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Fern J. (Vaughn) Reynolds passed away December 1, 2021, at the Newton County Nursing Home in Jasper, Arkansas, with Joy, Greg, and Mandy at her side.
The daughter of William and Mary Sue (Snow) Vaughn was born on November 9, 1926, at Wayton, Arkansas, during an early snowstorm.
During World War II, Fern worked in Little Rock where she met Arthur Reynolds, a soldier who was stationed at Camp Robinson. They married before Arthur was shipped overseas. After his return, they moved to Buzzards Bay, MA, where they lived for the next twenty-nine years. They returned to Wayton in 1974.
After Arthur's death, Fern moved to the Cottonwood Apts. in Jasper where she became active as a volunteer. She worked at Special Services, Angel Works, the Newton County Senior Center, the Newton County Nursing Home, the Newton County Food Room, and the First Baptist Church. In 2011, Fern was a Newton County Times Have a Heart Volunteer of the Year.
After, she moved to Harrison, Arkansas, she continued her volunteer work as an Honorary Member of the 20th Century Club. She made baby gowns for Operation Smile, turbans for the Claud Parish Cancer Center at the hospital, and book bags for the Harrison summer school reading program.
Fern was preceded in death by her husband Arthur Reynolds, her Dad and Mom, her brothers Lawrence (Gussie), Columbus (Thelma), Joe (Rhoda), and Lynzo (Lucille); and her sisters Gracie and Mina (Argus Snow).
She is survived by her loving family, daughter Joy Polus and husband Greg, granddaughter Amanda Hector and husband Jason, and great grandchildren Lea Canady and Jake Canady, and many nephews, nieces, cousins, and friends.
Funeral service will be at 2 PM, Friday, December 3, 2021 at Coffman Funeral Home in Jasper with Bro. Craig Villines officiating. Visitation will be 1 hour before the service beginning at 1 PM. Burial will follow at Snow Cemetery.
Pallbearers are Frank Vaughn, Jake Canady, Wes Canady, Michael Brasel, Roy Carter and Kelly Tennison.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Snow Cemetery Fund, 785 NC 8500, Deer, AR, 72628.
On-line condolences can be left at www.coffmanfh.com.
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All my life daddy would start to say something to me and would call me 'Fern'. He always said I reminded him of her. She was his baby sister and he worshiped the ground she walked on. To be called by her name by him always was the ultimate compliment and on the outside I smiled... on the inside I simply glowed!
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Back in April of 2019 my sister, Tamara and I were visiting with aunt Fern at her apartment in Harrison, AR.
As always we'd start asking her questions about her early life. We'd sit for long stretches of time and listen to her tell of her childhood, life as a young lady and young wife and mother. Since she moved to Massachusetts not long after she married she had always had the way of talking that flattened out the 'Rs' in a word, instead of 'car', it came out as a 'caw'. I loved listening to her talk.
On the day sister and I were visiting her she told us a story of when she was a small girl, they'd walk to church or school, probably a couple of miles one way. Since they went barefoot all Summer, when it came time to wear shoes the tough unbroken in leather would pinch and chaff their feet so they'd go barefoot and carry their shoes til they got close to the school/church house then at a place in the road where a small spring ran across the road they'd all stop, rinse their dusty little feet off and put on their shoes. She told us exactly where this spring crossed the road and since sister and I both grew up at Wayton where she had, we knew where she was talking about. Now every time we go down home and come to that little place in the road, one of us will usually say, "ok, kids, lets put our shoes on."
Once when we were visiting I was telling her about some new info I'd found on our family tree. She listened for a bit then she said to me, "Beverly Joe, I don't wanna hurt your feelings but I'm not the least bit interested in that stuff. I just don't care." She didn't mean it to be harsh and wouldn't have hurt my feelings for the world but she and sister both have never had any interest in family info. They'd rather tell stories and rehash memories. " They just don't care!" ~:}
One time I sent her a card with all our 'begats' listed... from our 9 times gr grpa that came over on the Mayflower all the way down to her. She did get a hoot outa that!!
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from an email Joy, her daughter, sent 03.12.2022, to alot of her cousins
I thought I would let you know that the snow we all see outside (except for you Mary Jane!) is a message from my mother. My mother always told me that it would either snow on my birthday or there would be snow on the ground when my birthday came. Through the years that has almost always been true. My birthday is Sunday.
The year I was born, Momma and Mina were living with Gramma and Grandpa at Wayton because their husbands were away at the war. Grandpa and Lawrence were in the midwest someplace cutting hay. When it got close to Momma's time, they decided that Momma and Mina should go to Harrison and wait for me to be born. Momma and Mina walked to the post office which was by the Wayton Cemetery and caught a mail hack to Deer. There they caught a truck to Harrison. They rented a room in a boarding house on the square near where the Dollar General store is now. Each night they would visit in the sitting room until time for bed so that Mina could smoke.
The story varies a little now depending upon who was telling the story, Momma or Mina. One day it snowed, but they decided to walk down to the Lyric Theatre to watch a matinee. The theatre is on the same side of the square as the boarding house so they weren't too worried about getting caught out. Both say it was a very funny movie and they both had a good laugh. Anyway, when they got back, Mina found out she was almost out of cigarettes. By this time, Momma was hurting some, but Mina just had to walk to the store to get cigarettes. Momma didn't want to go out in the snow again, but Mina insisted. The store was straight down from the boarding house across the square from the theater. While they were on their walk, a truck came down the hill next to the boarding house, lost control on the snow and ice, and slid straight into the sitting room where Momma and Mina would have been sitting if they hadn't gone for cigarettes. Both say that they would surely have been killed if they had not gone out.
By this time. Momma was hurting bad and needed to go to the clinic. The clinic was on the same side of the street as the movie but in the next block. They started walking, but Momma says Mina wouldn't walk fast because she wanted to finish her cigarette, and Mina says she walked slow because she wanted to keep Momma calm. After all they had just missed being killed.
I was born just after midnight on the 13th of March or as Joe always told I said when I was a baby: the zurrteenth of March. Later that day, Momma and Mina were thrilled to hear Grandpa and Lawrence in the hall. They had started jumping trains heading south as soon as they heard Momma and Mina had gone to Harrison.
After the nice warm weather we have been having, the snow is somewhat of a surprise, but not to me. It's just a message from Momma reminding me of seventy-eight years ago.
Love to all, Joy
( the post office she mentions in the message was run by our great uncle and aunt, wiley and sarah snow... it snow yesterday and there will probably be snow on the ground tomorrow, the zurrteenth of March )
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♥¸.•*´¯♥ a hundred years from now it won't matter what kind of car you drove,
what kind of house you lived in, how much money you had in the bank
nor what your clothes looked like, but, the world may be a little better
because, you were important in the life of a child.
YOU were important in the life of THIS child.
loveyou Aunt fern ♥¸.•*´¯♥
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When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.
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And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same,
whisper to us.
They existed.
They existed.
We can be.
Be and be better.
For they existed...
~ Maya Angelou
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Fern J. (Vaughn) Reynolds passed away December 1, 2021, at the Newton County Nursing Home in Jasper, Arkansas, with Joy, Greg, and Mandy at her side.
The daughter of William and Mary Sue (Snow) Vaughn was born on November 9, 1926, at Wayton, Arkansas, during an early snowstorm.
During World War II, Fern worked in Little Rock where she met Arthur Reynolds, a soldier who was stationed at Camp Robinson. They married before Arthur was shipped overseas. After his return, they moved to Buzzards Bay, MA, where they lived for the next twenty-nine years. They returned to Wayton in 1974.
After Arthur's death, Fern moved to the Cottonwood Apts. in Jasper where she became active as a volunteer. She worked at Special Services, Angel Works, the Newton County Senior Center, the Newton County Nursing Home, the Newton County Food Room, and the First Baptist Church. In 2011, Fern was a Newton County Times Have a Heart Volunteer of the Year.
After, she moved to Harrison, Arkansas, she continued her volunteer work as an Honorary Member of the 20th Century Club. She made baby gowns for Operation Smile, turbans for the Claud Parish Cancer Center at the hospital, and book bags for the Harrison summer school reading program.
Fern was preceded in death by her husband Arthur Reynolds, her Dad and Mom, her brothers Lawrence (Gussie), Columbus (Thelma), Joe (Rhoda), and Lynzo (Lucille); and her sisters Gracie and Mina (Argus Snow).
She is survived by her loving family, daughter Joy Polus and husband Greg, granddaughter Amanda Hector and husband Jason, and great grandchildren Lea Canady and Jake Canady, and many nephews, nieces, cousins, and friends.
Funeral service will be at 2 PM, Friday, December 3, 2021 at Coffman Funeral Home in Jasper with Bro. Craig Villines officiating. Visitation will be 1 hour before the service beginning at 1 PM. Burial will follow at Snow Cemetery.
Pallbearers are Frank Vaughn, Jake Canady, Wes Canady, Michael Brasel, Roy Carter and Kelly Tennison.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Snow Cemetery Fund, 785 NC 8500, Deer, AR, 72628.
On-line condolences can be left at www.coffmanfh.com.
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All my life daddy would start to say something to me and would call me 'Fern'. He always said I reminded him of her. She was his baby sister and he worshiped the ground she walked on. To be called by her name by him always was the ultimate compliment and on the outside I smiled... on the inside I simply glowed!
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
Back in April of 2019 my sister, Tamara and I were visiting with aunt Fern at her apartment in Harrison, AR.
As always we'd start asking her questions about her early life. We'd sit for long stretches of time and listen to her tell of her childhood, life as a young lady and young wife and mother. Since she moved to Massachusetts not long after she married she had always had the way of talking that flattened out the 'Rs' in a word, instead of 'car', it came out as a 'caw'. I loved listening to her talk.
On the day sister and I were visiting her she told us a story of when she was a small girl, they'd walk to church or school, probably a couple of miles one way. Since they went barefoot all Summer, when it came time to wear shoes the tough unbroken in leather would pinch and chaff their feet so they'd go barefoot and carry their shoes til they got close to the school/church house then at a place in the road where a small spring ran across the road they'd all stop, rinse their dusty little feet off and put on their shoes. She told us exactly where this spring crossed the road and since sister and I both grew up at Wayton where she had, we knew where she was talking about. Now every time we go down home and come to that little place in the road, one of us will usually say, "ok, kids, lets put our shoes on."
Once when we were visiting I was telling her about some new info I'd found on our family tree. She listened for a bit then she said to me, "Beverly Joe, I don't wanna hurt your feelings but I'm not the least bit interested in that stuff. I just don't care." She didn't mean it to be harsh and wouldn't have hurt my feelings for the world but she and sister both have never had any interest in family info. They'd rather tell stories and rehash memories. " They just don't care!" ~:}
One time I sent her a card with all our 'begats' listed... from our 9 times gr grpa that came over on the Mayflower all the way down to her. She did get a hoot outa that!!
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
from an email Joy, her daughter, sent 03.12.2022, to alot of her cousins
I thought I would let you know that the snow we all see outside (except for you Mary Jane!) is a message from my mother. My mother always told me that it would either snow on my birthday or there would be snow on the ground when my birthday came. Through the years that has almost always been true. My birthday is Sunday.
The year I was born, Momma and Mina were living with Gramma and Grandpa at Wayton because their husbands were away at the war. Grandpa and Lawrence were in the midwest someplace cutting hay. When it got close to Momma's time, they decided that Momma and Mina should go to Harrison and wait for me to be born. Momma and Mina walked to the post office which was by the Wayton Cemetery and caught a mail hack to Deer. There they caught a truck to Harrison. They rented a room in a boarding house on the square near where the Dollar General store is now. Each night they would visit in the sitting room until time for bed so that Mina could smoke.
The story varies a little now depending upon who was telling the story, Momma or Mina. One day it snowed, but they decided to walk down to the Lyric Theatre to watch a matinee. The theatre is on the same side of the square as the boarding house so they weren't too worried about getting caught out. Both say it was a very funny movie and they both had a good laugh. Anyway, when they got back, Mina found out she was almost out of cigarettes. By this time, Momma was hurting some, but Mina just had to walk to the store to get cigarettes. Momma didn't want to go out in the snow again, but Mina insisted. The store was straight down from the boarding house across the square from the theater. While they were on their walk, a truck came down the hill next to the boarding house, lost control on the snow and ice, and slid straight into the sitting room where Momma and Mina would have been sitting if they hadn't gone for cigarettes. Both say that they would surely have been killed if they had not gone out.
By this time. Momma was hurting bad and needed to go to the clinic. The clinic was on the same side of the street as the movie but in the next block. They started walking, but Momma says Mina wouldn't walk fast because she wanted to finish her cigarette, and Mina says she walked slow because she wanted to keep Momma calm. After all they had just missed being killed.
I was born just after midnight on the 13th of March or as Joe always told I said when I was a baby: the zurrteenth of March. Later that day, Momma and Mina were thrilled to hear Grandpa and Lawrence in the hall. They had started jumping trains heading south as soon as they heard Momma and Mina had gone to Harrison.
After the nice warm weather we have been having, the snow is somewhat of a surprise, but not to me. It's just a message from Momma reminding me of seventy-eight years ago.
Love to all, Joy
( the post office she mentions in the message was run by our great uncle and aunt, wiley and sarah snow... it snow yesterday and there will probably be snow on the ground tomorrow, the zurrteenth of March )
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♥¸.•*´¯♥ a hundred years from now it won't matter what kind of car you drove,
what kind of house you lived in, how much money you had in the bank
nor what your clothes looked like, but, the world may be a little better
because, you were important in the life of a child.
YOU were important in the life of THIS child.
loveyou Aunt fern ♥¸.•*´¯♥
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same,
whisper to us.
They existed.
They existed.
We can be.
Be and be better.
For they existed...
~ Maya Angelou
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Fern J. (Vaughn) Reynolds passed away December 1, 2021, at the Newton County Nursing Home in Jasper, Arkansas, with Joy, Greg, and Mandy at her side.
The daughter of William and Mary Sue (Snow) Vaughn was born on November 9, 1926, at Wayton, Arkansas, during an early snowstorm.
During World War II, Fern worked in Little Rock where she met Arthur Reynolds, a soldier who was stationed at Camp Robinson. They married before Arthur was shipped overseas. After his return, they moved to Buzzards Bay, MA, where they lived for the next twenty-nine years. They returned to Wayton in 1974.
After Arthur's death, Fern moved to the Cottonwood Apts. in Jasper where she became active as a volunteer. She worked at Special Services, Angel Works, the Newton County Senior Center, the Newton County Nursing Home, the Newton County Food Room, and the First Baptist Church. In 2011, Fern was a Newton County Times Have a Heart Volunteer of the Year.
After, she moved to Harrison, Arkansas, she continued her volunteer work as an Honorary Member of the 20th Century Club. She made baby gowns for Operation Smile, turbans for the Claud Parish Cancer Center at the hospital, and book bags for the Harrison summer school reading program.
Fern was preceded in death by her husband Arthur Reynolds, her Dad and Mom, her brothers Lawrence (Gussie), Columbus (Thelma), Joe (Rhoda), and Lynzo (Lucille); and her sisters Gracie and Mina (Argus Snow).
She is survived by her loving family, daughter Joy Polus and husband Greg, granddaughter Amanda Hector and husband Jason, and great grandchildren Lea Canady and Jake Canady, and many nephews, nieces, cousins, and friends.
Funeral service will be at 2 PM, Friday, December 3, 2021 at Coffman Funeral Home in Jasper with Bro. Craig Villines officiating. Visitation will be 1 hour before the service beginning at 1 PM. Burial will follow at Snow Cemetery.
Pallbearers are Frank Vaughn, Jake Canady, Wes Canady, Michael Brasel, Roy Carter and Kelly Tennison.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Snow Cemetery Fund, 785 NC 8500, Deer, AR, 72628.
On-line condolences can be left at www.coffmanfh.com.
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
All my life daddy would start to say something to me and would call me 'Fern'. He always said I reminded him of her. She was his baby sister and he worshiped the ground she walked on. To be called by her name by him always was the ultimate compliment and on the outside I smiled... on the inside I simply glowed!
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
Back in April of 2019 my sister, Tamara and I were visiting with aunt Fern at her apartment in Harrison, AR.
As always we'd start asking her questions about her early life. We'd sit for long stretches of time and listen to her tell of her childhood, life as a young lady and young wife and mother. Since she moved to Massachusetts not long after she married she had always had the way of talking that flattened out the 'Rs' in a word, instead of 'car', it came out as a 'caw'. I loved listening to her talk.
On the day sister and I were visiting her she told us a story of when she was a small girl, they'd walk to church or school, probably a couple of miles one way. Since they went barefoot all Summer, when it came time to wear shoes the tough unbroken in leather would pinch and chaff their feet so they'd go barefoot and carry their shoes til they got close to the school/church house then at a place in the road where a small spring ran across the road they'd all stop, rinse their dusty little feet off and put on their shoes. She told us exactly where this spring crossed the road and since sister and I both grew up at Wayton where she had, we knew where she was talking about. Now every time we go down home and come to that little place in the road, one of us will usually say, "ok, kids, lets put our shoes on."
Once when we were visiting I was telling her about some new info I'd found on our family tree. She listened for a bit then she said to me, "Beverly Joe, I don't wanna hurt your feelings but I'm not the least bit interested in that stuff. I just don't care." She didn't mean it to be harsh and wouldn't have hurt my feelings for the world but she and sister both have never had any interest in family info. They'd rather tell stories and rehash memories. " They just don't care!" ~:}
One time I sent her a card with all our 'begats' listed... from our 9 times gr grpa that came over on the Mayflower all the way down to her. She did get a hoot outa that!!
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
from an email Joy, her daughter, sent 03.12.2022, to alot of her cousins
I thought I would let you know that the snow we all see outside (except for you Mary Jane!) is a message from my mother. My mother always told me that it would either snow on my birthday or there would be snow on the ground when my birthday came. Through the years that has almost always been true. My birthday is Sunday.
The year I was born, Momma and Mina were living with Gramma and Grandpa at Wayton because their husbands were away at the war. Grandpa and Lawrence were in the midwest someplace cutting hay. When it got close to Momma's time, they decided that Momma and Mina should go to Harrison and wait for me to be born. Momma and Mina walked to the post office which was by the Wayton Cemetery and caught a mail hack to Deer. There they caught a truck to Harrison. They rented a room in a boarding house on the square near where the Dollar General store is now. Each night they would visit in the sitting room until time for bed so that Mina could smoke.
The story varies a little now depending upon who was telling the story, Momma or Mina. One day it snowed, but they decided to walk down to the Lyric Theatre to watch a matinee. The theatre is on the same side of the square as the boarding house so they weren't too worried about getting caught out. Both say it was a very funny movie and they both had a good laugh. Anyway, when they got back, Mina found out she was almost out of cigarettes. By this time, Momma was hurting some, but Mina just had to walk to the store to get cigarettes. Momma didn't want to go out in the snow again, but Mina insisted. The store was straight down from the boarding house across the square from the theater. While they were on their walk, a truck came down the hill next to the boarding house, lost control on the snow and ice, and slid straight into the sitting room where Momma and Mina would have been sitting if they hadn't gone for cigarettes. Both say that they would surely have been killed if they had not gone out.
By this time. Momma was hurting bad and needed to go to the clinic. The clinic was on the same side of the street as the movie but in the next block. They started walking, but Momma says Mina wouldn't walk fast because she wanted to finish her cigarette, and Mina says she walked slow because she wanted to keep Momma calm. After all they had just missed being killed.
I was born just after midnight on the 13th of March or as Joe always told I said when I was a baby: the zurrteenth of March. Later that day, Momma and Mina were thrilled to hear Grandpa and Lawrence in the hall. They had started jumping trains heading south as soon as they heard Momma and Mina had gone to Harrison.
After the nice warm weather we have been having, the snow is somewhat of a surprise, but not to me. It's just a message from Momma reminding me of seventy-eight years ago.
Love to all, Joy
( the post office she mentions in the message was run by our great uncle and aunt, wiley and sarah snow... it snow yesterday and there will probably be snow on the ground tomorrow, the zurrteenth of March )
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
♥¸.•*´¯♥ a hundred years from now it won't matter what kind of car you drove,
what kind of house you lived in, how much money you had in the bank
nor what your clothes looked like, but, the world may be a little better
because, you were important in the life of a child.
YOU were important in the life of THIS child.
loveyou Aunt fern ♥¸.•*´¯♥
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.
¸¸.•¨¯'•.•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•:*¨¨*:•..•..♥
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same,
whisper to us.
They existed.
They existed.
We can be.
Be and be better.
For they existed...
~ Maya Angelou
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Fern J. (Vaughn) Reynolds passed away December 1, 2021, at the Newton County Nursing Home in Jasper, Arkansas, with Joy, Greg, and Mandy at her side.
The daughter of William and Mary Sue (Snow) Vaughn was born on November 9, 1926, at Wayton, Arkansas, during an early snowstorm.
During World War II, Fern worked in Little Rock where she met Arthur Reynolds, a soldier who was stationed at Camp Robinson. They married before Arthur was shipped overseas. After his return, they moved to Buzzards Bay, MA, where they lived for the next twenty-nine years. They returned to Wayton in 1974.
After Arthur's death, Fern moved to the Cottonwood Apts. in Jasper where she became active as a volunteer. She worked at Special Services, Angel Works, the Newton County Senior Center, the Newton County Nursing Home, the Newton County Food Room, and the First Baptist Church. In 2011, Fern was a Newton County Times Have a Heart Volunteer of the Year.
After, she moved to Harrison, Arkansas, she continued her volunteer work as an Honorary Member of the 20th Century Club. She made baby gowns for Operation Smile, turbans for the Claud Parish Cancer Center at the hospital, and book bags for the Harrison summer school reading program.
Fern was preceded in death by her husband Arthur Reynolds, her Dad and Mom, her brothers Lawrence (Gussie), Columbus (Thelma), Joe (Rhoda), and Lynzo (Lucille); and her sisters Gracie and Mina (Argus Snow).
She is survived by her loving family, daughter Joy Polus and husband Greg, granddaughter Amanda Hector and husband Jason, and great grandchildren Lea Canady and Jake Canady, and many nephews, nieces, cousins, and friends.
Funeral service will be at 2 PM, Friday, December 3, 2021 at Coffman Funeral Home in Jasper with Bro. Craig Villines officiating. Visitation will be 1 hour before the service beginning at 1 PM. Burial will follow at Snow Cemetery.
Pallbearers are Frank Vaughn, Jake Canady, Wes Canady, Michael Brasel, Roy Carter and Kelly Tennison.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Snow Cemetery Fund, 785 NC 8500, Deer, AR, 72628.
On-line condolences can be left at www.coffmanfh.com.
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All my life daddy would start to say something to me and would call me 'Fern'. He always said I reminded him of her. She was his baby sister and he worshiped the ground she walked on. To be called by her name by him always was the ultimate compliment and on the outside I smiled... on the inside I simply glowed!
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Back in April of 2019 my sister, Tamara and I were visiting with aunt Fern at her apartment in Harrison, AR.
As always we'd start asking her questions about her early life. We'd sit for long stretches of time and listen to her tell of her childhood, life as a young lady and young wife and mother. Since she moved to Massachusetts not long after she married she had always had the way of talking that flattened out the 'Rs' in a word, instead of 'car', it came out as a 'caw'. I loved listening to her talk.
On the day sister and I were visiting her she told us a story of when she was a small girl, they'd walk to church or school, probably a couple of miles one way. Since they went barefoot all Summer, when it came time to wear shoes the tough unbroken in leather would pinch and chaff their feet so they'd go barefoot and carry their shoes til they got close to the school/church house then at a place in the road where a small spring ran across the road they'd all stop, rinse their dusty little feet off and put on their shoes. She told us exactly where this spring crossed the road and since sister and I both grew up at Wayton where she had, we knew where she was talking about. Now every time we go down home and come to that little place in the road, one of us will usually say, "ok, kids, lets put our shoes on."
Once when we were visiting I was telling her about some new info I'd found on our family tree. She listened for a bit then she said to me, "Beverly Joe, I don't wanna hurt your feelings but I'm not the least bit interested in that stuff. I just don't care." She didn't mean it to be harsh and wouldn't have hurt my feelings for the world but she and sister both have never had any interest in family info. They'd rather tell stories and rehash memories. " They just don't care!" ~:}
One time I sent her a card with all our 'begats' listed... from our 9 times gr grpa that came over on the Mayflower all the way down to her. She did get a hoot outa that!!
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from an email Joy, her daughter, sent 03.12.2022, to alot of her cousins
I thought I would let you know that the snow we all see outside (except for you Mary Jane!) is a message from my mother. My mother always told me that it would either snow on my birthday or there would be snow on the ground when my birthday came. Through the years that has almost always been true. My birthday is Sunday.
The year I was born, Momma and Mina were living with Gramma and Grandpa at Wayton because their husbands were away at the war. Grandpa and Lawrence were in the midwest someplace cutting hay. When it got close to Momma's time, they decided that Momma and Mina should go to Harrison and wait for me to be born. Momma and Mina walked to the post office which was by the Wayton Cemetery and caught a mail hack to Deer. There they caught a truck to Harrison. They rented a room in a boarding house on the square near where the Dollar General store is now. Each night they would visit in the sitting room until time for bed so that Mina could smoke.
The story varies a little now depending upon who was telling the story, Momma or Mina. One day it snowed, but they decided to walk down to the Lyric Theatre to watch a matinee. The theatre is on the same side of the square as the boarding house so they weren't too worried about getting caught out. Both say it was a very funny movie and they both had a good laugh. Anyway, when they got back, Mina found out she was almost out of cigarettes. By this time, Momma was hurting some, but Mina just had to walk to the store to get cigarettes. Momma didn't want to go out in the snow again, but Mina insisted. The store was straight down from the boarding house across the square from the theater. While they were on their walk, a truck came down the hill next to the boarding house, lost control on the snow and ice, and slid straight into the sitting room where Momma and Mina would have been sitting if they hadn't gone for cigarettes. Both say that they would surely have been killed if they had not gone out.
By this time. Momma was hurting bad and needed to go to the clinic. The clinic was on the same side of the street as the movie but in the next block. They started walking, but Momma says Mina wouldn't walk fast because she wanted to finish her cigarette, and Mina says she walked slow because she wanted to keep Momma calm. After all they had just missed being killed.
I was born just after midnight on the 13th of March or as Joe always told I said when I was a baby: the zurrteenth of March. Later that day, Momma and Mina were thrilled to hear Grandpa and Lawrence in the hall. They had started jumping trains heading south as soon as they heard Momma and Mina had gone to Harrison.
After the nice warm weather we have been having, the snow is somewhat of a surprise, but not to me. It's just a message from Momma reminding me of seventy-eight years ago.
Love to all, Joy
( the post office she mentions in the message was run by our great uncle and aunt, wiley and sarah snow... it snow yesterday and there will probably be snow on the ground tomorrow, the zurrteenth of March )
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♥¸.•*´¯♥ a hundred years from now it won't matter what kind of car you drove,
what kind of house you lived in, how much money you had in the bank
nor what your clothes looked like, but, the world may be a little better
because, you were important in the life of a child.
YOU were important in the life of THIS child.
loveyou Aunt fern ♥¸.•*´¯♥
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When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost.
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And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always irregularly.
Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never to be the same,
whisper to us.
They existed.
They existed.
We can be.
Be and be better.
For they existed...
~ Maya Angelou
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