Carl Nutt was HUSBAND to:
WIFE - Goldie Clementine Farrar.
/ buried next to him
DOD - March 2, 2009

Carl was a handsome man -
with blue eyes and a crown of
hair laid in waves. He was feisty,
fun, hard working and determined.

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Once (as a young man) Carl attended a dance in a downtown Joplin dance hall; Goldie, a few years younger, was walking home from work, stopped in to watch. When she came through the doors, Carl spotted her. It must have been love-at-first-sight as he immediately left the arms of the young woman he had brought (and was in mid-dance) and asked Goldie to dance. Amazing even herself, Goldie blurted out: "OKay!"
Carl was so smitten, he never left Goldie that evening. He walked her home. Further proving he was completely enraptured by her, Carl later recounted he "left behind, at the dance hall, a brand new Stetson hat!"

Carl drove trucks during the Depression; He was a WWII veteran having served on the front lines of battle. The details of the terrors he witnessed never left him.

Carl eventually became a Lt. in the Traffic Dept then was appointed the Chief of Detectives for the Joplin, Mo. Police. Foremost in his crime-fighting career was the national headline-producing case of:
'Bad Man / Mad Dog BILL COOK.'

Cook was a Joplin youth who had endured an horrific upbringing and evolved into a serial murderer. (The details of his trail of tragedies are terrible.) Carl - due to his analysis of Cook's pitiful childhood home (an abandoned mine)- was able to discover the bodies of a family Cook had murdered and hidden. Carl was so moved by the scene of a tiny girl's lifeless body - (he would later recount seeing her patent leather shoes and lace-trimmed socks floating from a pit of bracken water) - when he and his wife finally had a daughter, they named her 'PAMELA SUE' after this murdered child.

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One day a stranger came into the
Joplin Police Station
(where Carl Nutt was employed) and
asked for Carl by name.
She had been told he was
'kind to children.'
The woman was about to birth,
was going to give up her
child to adoption and
wanted to be assured her baby
would go to go to 'good people.'
The unborn child was offered
to Carl. He quickly drove home
- told his wife Goldie - and
days after the birth of precious
'Pamela Sue' - she legally became
the center of their home, hearts
and their world.

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Carl made life-long friends. They often would ride around town in the land-yacht-convertible-cars-of-the-1950's - arms stretched across the crest of the seats - kiddies bouncing in the back - having a swell summer afternoon of watermelon eating or slurping root beers from ice-coated glass mugs. Best of all was the harmonizing voices of Carl and his pal from the front seat when they gaily sang:

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*** THE STRAWBERRY ROAN ***

"I was standin' 'round town
just a-spendin' my time,
Nothin' else to spend, not even a dime
When a feller steps up and
he says, "I suppose
You're a bronc' bustin' cowboy
by the looks of your clothes."

"You guessed me right,
and a good one," I claim,
"Do you happen to have
any bad ones to tame?"
He says, "I've got one and
a bad one to buck;
At throwin' bronc riders
he's had lots of luck."

Well, it's oh, that Strawberry Roan,
Oh, that Strawberry Roan!
He says, "This old pony ain't
never been rode,
And the boy that gets on him
is sure to get thrown."
Oh, that Strawberry Roan!..."

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Carl would take the
already-buttered-'n-jellied toast
off another's plate and gobble it
down: To quell the protests, he'd
slyly chime:

"AWWWW, DON'T CHA KNOW,
FOOD ALWAYS TASTES BETTER
WHEN SOMEONE ELSE FIXES IT!"

(Its' true - but how'd HE know that?)

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Carl, along with wife Goldie,
reared their little Granddaughter
sweet 'SHAWN' to womanhood. What a
'blessed' child to have been under
their 'wings'.

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As he aged, dear Carl Nutt would stand
on the porch bidding 'farewell' to
visitors. Like the fun-filled
days of the past, he would
do a special 'Roman Salute'
- (right-hand fist to left-shoulder).
Standing at attention, Carl would
loudly bellow: "WHO HAS THE POWER?"

(In ancient days of Roman
history, the reply was to
have been: 'CAESAR HAS THE POWER!"

In this modern era, everyone
always did a 'revised' response
at the Nutt House.)
Echoing back to Carl, the
visitor's voices could be
heard throughout the neighborhood
chanting: "CARL HAS THE POWER!"

A proud Carl would stick out his chest
and beam...

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**WORDS OF SYMPATHY**

"GONE BUT NOT,
NO, 'NEVER'FORGOTTEN"

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This biography is humbly presented by
Audrey Burtrum-Stanley / Arkansas

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9A - Joplin Globe, Sunday, December 30, 2001

CARL E. NUTT

JOPLIN, Mo. - Carl E. Nutt, age 89, of 2425 Virginia, passed away at 4:20 a.m. Saturday, December 29, 2001 at Freeman Hospital West after several years of ill health. Mr. Nutt was born November 2, 1912 in Granby, Mo.
He had lived in Joplin most of his life. He was an owner-operator of trucks leased to several area trucking companies. He had previously worked on the Joplin Police Department for nine years and attained the rank as Chief of Detectives. He was an Army Veteran of World War II. He was a member of the Calvary Baptist Church.
Survivors include his wife, Goldie, of the home; one brother, Norman Owens, Joplin; three sisters, Margaret Bull, Mesa, Ariz., Dort Brewer and Lorene Smith, both of Joplin; a grand-daughter, Shawn Pressley and her husband, Johnny Sr., and a great grandson, Johnny Pressley, Jr.
He was preceded in death by a daughter, Pamela Sue Nutt Durbin.
Services will be at 2:00 p.m. Wednesday at the Mason-Woodard Chapel with Rev. Charlie Burnett officiating.
Burial will be in the Ozark Memorial Park Cemetery. The family will receive friends 1:00 p.m. Wednesday until services at the chapel. Military Honors will be provided by American Legion Post 13.