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Larry Dorlin Snow passed away Saturday, June 12, 2010.
He is the son of Argus Dorlin Snow and Mina Monte 'Vaughn' Snow.
He is preceded in death by both his parents.
Survivors include, his wife of 41 years, Janice; son, Daryle Snow; brother, Phil (Janice) Snow and grandchildren, Nicholas, Kelsi and Mikaela Snow and Alyssa May.
He is also survived by six aunts, Fern Reynolds of Jasper, AR, Rhoda Vaughn, Alice Tennison, Hazel Hicks (Loyal) and Elene Phillips all of Wayton, AR. and Thelma Vaughn of Lowell, AR. He also is survived by a large number of adoring cousins. He never met a stranger so his list of friends would be long.
A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m., Thursday at the Broadway Mortuary Chapel, in Wichita, Kansas.
It is requested that memorials be made to Faith Home Health and Hospice in Wichita.
Larry was Phil's older brother by three years.
As children the were members of the Boy Scouts and loved the activities involved in scouting.
When Larry was a boy he and his family spent many summers at Wayton, AR., the homes of his maternal and paternal grandparents. He loved to roam the woods and numerous bluff-lines that abounds in the area.
Growing up in the city, it must've been heaven for a free spirit like Larry to escape to the woods and hollows of the Arkansas Ozarks for the summer. I can picture him in my mind running through the trees, jumping logs, clambering around on the many bluffs, pretending that he was the last person on earth and all of it belonged to just him alone.
Nothing tickled him better than to dress up like a wild Indian and have little brother dress as the cowboy and 'play act' for hours. They had costumes for both cowboy and Indian fun.
When he was visiting with his grandpa and grandma Vaughn he'd go down to spend time with his Uncle Joe and Aunt Rhoda, they lived just under hill. Larry had sneaked around and smoked for a long time. Even as a little boy 8 or 9 years old he'd go down and sidle up to his aunt and ask her is she'd roll him a 'cid-der-dret', he never could say cigarette. She'd always roll them one each and he'd puff away, happy as a clam.
He was always up for a joke or a laugh. He could find humor in just about anything and usually did. I've seen him laugh 'til the tears would spill from his eyes. And as he laughed he'd rock back and forth, maybe this kept oxygen pumped to his laughter-deprived lungs. You seldom saw him without a smile on his face or a twinkle in his eye. The smile and laughter usually followed closely on the heels of the twinkle. The twinkle was the first sign that he was cooking up a good one to pull on someone. For Larry this kind of fun and off-beat sense of humor was completely normal and not in the least bit mean or malicious. I don't think he had to put much thought into a lot of the stuff he came up with, it really was just the part of him that set him a part from most folks, especially the ones lacking in a 'sorta twisted' sense of humor. Maybe that's why I clicked with him, like minds and all that. It's probably a good thing we weren't closer in age and or distance... we'd have made the news for sure.
His aunt Rhoda (my mom) has told many times of the calls she'd get every now and then from him. She'd answer the phone and a voice would tell her that they had her pizza delivery ready for her. Since she lives in the country there are no deliveries made save for the mail. She'd tell the voice on the phone that she didn't order a pizza. He would go into detail about the size of the pizza and the toppings she ordered, all the while with her telling him she didn't order a pizza. She'd finally just tell him that she was gonna hang up. Hearing this Larry would laugh and she'd know who the culprit was on the other end of the phone line. Each time he'd call he'd have a different approach, always telling her that her purchase of 'whatever' was ready for delivery. He'd always manage to 'get her going' before she realized who it was. He got such a kick out of pullin a good one on her and truthfully she enjoyed it almost as much as he did.
One story that is told goes like this... While on vacation out of state one year with his wife and son he saw a sign in the window of a shop, 'Help Wanted'. He went in and filled out an application for the job. The person doing the hiring was there and decided to interview Larry on the spot. They'd talked for a bit and it looked as though he'd be offered the job. Then the manager asked him where he lived and he told him in Wichita, KS. The man looked at him with an oddly questioning stare. He asked Larry if he planned to move to the area soon. (The shop was in a city several hundred miles from Wichita) Larry told him that no he didn't plan on moving. The man asked how he intended to deal with the fact that his home was a state away from the shop. Larry just smiled his laid-back smile and replied. "I plan on gettin up early and driving fast." As the story goes Larry stood up, shook hands with the man and walked out. For him it was just entertainment. Many people have been the object of his unusual sense of humor.
There will never be another Larry D Q'Pumpernickle, as his uncle Joe had nick-named him.
He is loved and will be sorely missed...
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I remember Larry 'smoking' a pine needle. He'd take a puff off his cigarette and exhale and no smoke would come out, then he'd 'puff' off the pine needle and exhale and out would come smoke. As a kid that was pretty mysterious. I know now how he did it but the memory, like so many others, is golden.
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This is the story of the arrowhead necklace in the last photo on this memorial.
Larry sent me this arrowhead back in early 2007. He told me that our grandpa Vaughn had given it to him years ago when Larry was young. He'd kept it safely tucked away all these years. During one of our too few phone conversations he told me he had something he was gonna send me and told me about the arrowhead. Within days I got the arrowhead, tediously wrapped layer within layer of bubble-wrap. I later attached the leather thong to it and it now hangs from my rear-view mirror in my car with all the other 'pretties' that are dear to my heart.
Our grandpa Vaughn used to use that word for something special, he'd give you a 'pretty'.
I'm sure that Larry passed on to me one of the 'pretties' that gramps had given to him. This makes it doubly special for me.
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I recieved the following from Terry Vaughn, a cousin who attended Larry's memorial service...
"When we walked into the room, music by The Rolling Stones was playing softly (he always loved the Stones), and there were flowers.... and a mannequin torso and head sitting on a chair at the front of the room with Larry's old jean jacket on with buttons and patches on it, a Stones t-shirt, sun glasses and a doo-rag on its head! It was "looking" back at the crowd. (Phil told me afterward that the mannequin was Larry's and he called it Joe mannequin and Phil said Larry used to play tricks or scare people every chance he would get with it.)
There was also one of Larry's guitars on a stand at the front, and a video was played on a screen with tons of old pictures of Larry all the way back to when he was a baby.
I wish I would have recorded the pastor speaking, it was so beautiful and fitting as he spoke about Larry's life and shenanigans and how Larry watched people and also loved them as Christ has commanded us all to do. He said some might think it strange to hear the Stones or see a mannequin at a memorial service, but he said this was the way Larry would have wanted his memorial service to be and he was right. It was Larry to a T. There were also a couple of more somber songs played during the service.
I talked to Janice after the service and someone asked her if Larry had any enemies. She said not that she was aware of, and said they had been married 41 years and had only fought maybe 5 times over stuff like cards or something silly. Wow.
Larry certainly was a special person. He never met a stranger as far as I know, and whatever he had that made him so special can't be bought and I don't think it can be learned either, but it just came so natural for him. I always knew that if Larry was around there were going to be some enjoyable times and laughs had."
a big thank you to Terry for sharing this with me...
...in a reply from Larry's brother, Phil, I'd asked if there were yo-yos hanging behind Larry in the pic from his memorial card...(the one on this bio of him and his guitar) "Back in the day Larry was very good at the yo-yo, doing all the tricks; walking the dog, around the world, rocking the baby and some others that I can't remember the name of. Larry was also quite an artist in his own way and the wall hanging behind him was made by him with his collection of yo-yos." Thanks Phil for more gems from Larry's life!
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╚══`my cousin
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Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~ author unknown
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The Dance
~by Garth Brooks
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known
that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known
how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know
I might have chanced it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance
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If roses grow in Heaven, Lord,
please pick one for me,
place it in Larry's hands
and tell him it's from me.
Tell him that his family loves and misses him
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for a while.
Because remembering him is easy,
his loved ones do it every day.
But there's an ache within their hearts,
that will never go away...
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The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
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Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
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"Don't be afraid,
close your eyes.
Lay it all down
and don't you cry.
Can't you see I'm goin'
where I can see the sun rise.
I've been talkin' to my angel
and he said that it's alright."
~ Melissa Etheridge
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My prayer for all of you that were a part of Larry's life...
...that God will hold you gently in the hollow of His hands as you grieve the loss of one so very loved...
...when you lose someone you love, you gain an angel whose name you know...
...and having Larry for an angel... we'll never lack for entertainment...
Larry love the Rolling Stone... Satisfaction.
Larry Dorlin Snow passed away Saturday, June 12, 2010.
He is the son of Argus Dorlin Snow and Mina Monte 'Vaughn' Snow.
He is preceded in death by both his parents.
Survivors include, his wife of 41 years, Janice; son, Daryle Snow; brother, Phil (Janice) Snow and grandchildren, Nicholas, Kelsi and Mikaela Snow and Alyssa May.
He is also survived by six aunts, Fern Reynolds of Jasper, AR, Rhoda Vaughn, Alice Tennison, Hazel Hicks (Loyal) and Elene Phillips all of Wayton, AR. and Thelma Vaughn of Lowell, AR. He also is survived by a large number of adoring cousins. He never met a stranger so his list of friends would be long.
A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m., Thursday at the Broadway Mortuary Chapel, in Wichita, Kansas.
It is requested that memorials be made to Faith Home Health and Hospice in Wichita.
Larry was Phil's older brother by three years.
As children the were members of the Boy Scouts and loved the activities involved in scouting.
When Larry was a boy he and his family spent many summers at Wayton, AR., the homes of his maternal and paternal grandparents. He loved to roam the woods and numerous bluff-lines that abounds in the area.
Growing up in the city, it must've been heaven for a free spirit like Larry to escape to the woods and hollows of the Arkansas Ozarks for the summer. I can picture him in my mind running through the trees, jumping logs, clambering around on the many bluffs, pretending that he was the last person on earth and all of it belonged to just him alone.
Nothing tickled him better than to dress up like a wild Indian and have little brother dress as the cowboy and 'play act' for hours. They had costumes for both cowboy and Indian fun.
When he was visiting with his grandpa and grandma Vaughn he'd go down to spend time with his Uncle Joe and Aunt Rhoda, they lived just under hill. Larry had sneaked around and smoked for a long time. Even as a little boy 8 or 9 years old he'd go down and sidle up to his aunt and ask her is she'd roll him a 'cid-der-dret', he never could say cigarette. She'd always roll them one each and he'd puff away, happy as a clam.
He was always up for a joke or a laugh. He could find humor in just about anything and usually did. I've seen him laugh 'til the tears would spill from his eyes. And as he laughed he'd rock back and forth, maybe this kept oxygen pumped to his laughter-deprived lungs. You seldom saw him without a smile on his face or a twinkle in his eye. The smile and laughter usually followed closely on the heels of the twinkle. The twinkle was the first sign that he was cooking up a good one to pull on someone. For Larry this kind of fun and off-beat sense of humor was completely normal and not in the least bit mean or malicious. I don't think he had to put much thought into a lot of the stuff he came up with, it really was just the part of him that set him a part from most folks, especially the ones lacking in a 'sorta twisted' sense of humor. Maybe that's why I clicked with him, like minds and all that. It's probably a good thing we weren't closer in age and or distance... we'd have made the news for sure.
His aunt Rhoda (my mom) has told many times of the calls she'd get every now and then from him. She'd answer the phone and a voice would tell her that they had her pizza delivery ready for her. Since she lives in the country there are no deliveries made save for the mail. She'd tell the voice on the phone that she didn't order a pizza. He would go into detail about the size of the pizza and the toppings she ordered, all the while with her telling him she didn't order a pizza. She'd finally just tell him that she was gonna hang up. Hearing this Larry would laugh and she'd know who the culprit was on the other end of the phone line. Each time he'd call he'd have a different approach, always telling her that her purchase of 'whatever' was ready for delivery. He'd always manage to 'get her going' before she realized who it was. He got such a kick out of pullin a good one on her and truthfully she enjoyed it almost as much as he did.
One story that is told goes like this... While on vacation out of state one year with his wife and son he saw a sign in the window of a shop, 'Help Wanted'. He went in and filled out an application for the job. The person doing the hiring was there and decided to interview Larry on the spot. They'd talked for a bit and it looked as though he'd be offered the job. Then the manager asked him where he lived and he told him in Wichita, KS. The man looked at him with an oddly questioning stare. He asked Larry if he planned to move to the area soon. (The shop was in a city several hundred miles from Wichita) Larry told him that no he didn't plan on moving. The man asked how he intended to deal with the fact that his home was a state away from the shop. Larry just smiled his laid-back smile and replied. "I plan on gettin up early and driving fast." As the story goes Larry stood up, shook hands with the man and walked out. For him it was just entertainment. Many people have been the object of his unusual sense of humor.
There will never be another Larry D Q'Pumpernickle, as his uncle Joe had nick-named him.
He is loved and will be sorely missed...
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I remember Larry 'smoking' a pine needle. He'd take a puff off his cigarette and exhale and no smoke would come out, then he'd 'puff' off the pine needle and exhale and out would come smoke. As a kid that was pretty mysterious. I know now how he did it but the memory, like so many others, is golden.
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This is the story of the arrowhead necklace in the last photo on this memorial.
Larry sent me this arrowhead back in early 2007. He told me that our grandpa Vaughn had given it to him years ago when Larry was young. He'd kept it safely tucked away all these years. During one of our too few phone conversations he told me he had something he was gonna send me and told me about the arrowhead. Within days I got the arrowhead, tediously wrapped layer within layer of bubble-wrap. I later attached the leather thong to it and it now hangs from my rear-view mirror in my car with all the other 'pretties' that are dear to my heart.
Our grandpa Vaughn used to use that word for something special, he'd give you a 'pretty'.
I'm sure that Larry passed on to me one of the 'pretties' that gramps had given to him. This makes it doubly special for me.
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I recieved the following from Terry Vaughn, a cousin who attended Larry's memorial service...
"When we walked into the room, music by The Rolling Stones was playing softly (he always loved the Stones), and there were flowers.... and a mannequin torso and head sitting on a chair at the front of the room with Larry's old jean jacket on with buttons and patches on it, a Stones t-shirt, sun glasses and a doo-rag on its head! It was "looking" back at the crowd. (Phil told me afterward that the mannequin was Larry's and he called it Joe mannequin and Phil said Larry used to play tricks or scare people every chance he would get with it.)
There was also one of Larry's guitars on a stand at the front, and a video was played on a screen with tons of old pictures of Larry all the way back to when he was a baby.
I wish I would have recorded the pastor speaking, it was so beautiful and fitting as he spoke about Larry's life and shenanigans and how Larry watched people and also loved them as Christ has commanded us all to do. He said some might think it strange to hear the Stones or see a mannequin at a memorial service, but he said this was the way Larry would have wanted his memorial service to be and he was right. It was Larry to a T. There were also a couple of more somber songs played during the service.
I talked to Janice after the service and someone asked her if Larry had any enemies. She said not that she was aware of, and said they had been married 41 years and had only fought maybe 5 times over stuff like cards or something silly. Wow.
Larry certainly was a special person. He never met a stranger as far as I know, and whatever he had that made him so special can't be bought and I don't think it can be learned either, but it just came so natural for him. I always knew that if Larry was around there were going to be some enjoyable times and laughs had."
a big thank you to Terry for sharing this with me...
...in a reply from Larry's brother, Phil, I'd asked if there were yo-yos hanging behind Larry in the pic from his memorial card...(the one on this bio of him and his guitar) "Back in the day Larry was very good at the yo-yo, doing all the tricks; walking the dog, around the world, rocking the baby and some others that I can't remember the name of. Larry was also quite an artist in his own way and the wall hanging behind him was made by him with his collection of yo-yos." Thanks Phil for more gems from Larry's life!
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╔══╗
╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯`v´¯)
╚══`my cousin
♥ (* •. ¸ ♥ ♥ ¸. • * ') ♥
Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~ author unknown
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╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
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╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
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The Dance
~by Garth Brooks
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known
that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known
how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know
I might have chanced it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance
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If roses grow in Heaven, Lord,
please pick one for me,
place it in Larry's hands
and tell him it's from me.
Tell him that his family loves and misses him
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for a while.
Because remembering him is easy,
his loved ones do it every day.
But there's an ache within their hearts,
that will never go away...
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The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
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Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
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"Don't be afraid,
close your eyes.
Lay it all down
and don't you cry.
Can't you see I'm goin'
where I can see the sun rise.
I've been talkin' to my angel
and he said that it's alright."
~ Melissa Etheridge
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My prayer for all of you that were a part of Larry's life...
...that God will hold you gently in the hollow of His hands as you grieve the loss of one so very loved...
...when you lose someone you love, you gain an angel whose name you know...
...and having Larry for an angel... we'll never lack for entertainment...
Larry love the Rolling Stone... Satisfaction.
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Larry Dorlin Snow passed away Saturday, June 12, 2010.
He is the son of Argus Dorlin Snow and Mina Monte 'Vaughn' Snow.
He is preceded in death by both his parents.
Survivors include, his wife of 41 years, Janice; son, Daryle Snow; brother, Phil (Janice) Snow and grandchildren, Nicholas, Kelsi and Mikaela Snow and Alyssa May.
He is also survived by six aunts, Fern Reynolds of Jasper, AR, Rhoda Vaughn, Alice Tennison, Hazel Hicks (Loyal) and Elene Phillips all of Wayton, AR. and Thelma Vaughn of Lowell, AR. He also is survived by a large number of adoring cousins. He never met a stranger so his list of friends would be long.
A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m., Thursday at the Broadway Mortuary Chapel, in Wichita, Kansas.
It is requested that memorials be made to Faith Home Health and Hospice in Wichita.
Larry was Phil's older brother by three years.
As children the were members of the Boy Scouts and loved the activities involved in scouting.
When Larry was a boy he and his family spent many summers at Wayton, AR., the homes of his maternal and paternal grandparents. He loved to roam the woods and numerous bluff-lines that abounds in the area.
Growing up in the city, it must've been heaven for a free spirit like Larry to escape to the woods and hollows of the Arkansas Ozarks for the summer. I can picture him in my mind running through the trees, jumping logs, clambering around on the many bluffs, pretending that he was the last person on earth and all of it belonged to just him alone.
Nothing tickled him better than to dress up like a wild Indian and have little brother dress as the cowboy and 'play act' for hours. They had costumes for both cowboy and Indian fun.
When he was visiting with his grandpa and grandma Vaughn he'd go down to spend time with his Uncle Joe and Aunt Rhoda, they lived just under hill. Larry had sneaked around and smoked for a long time. Even as a little boy 8 or 9 years old he'd go down and sidle up to his aunt and ask her is she'd roll him a 'cid-der-dret', he never could say cigarette. She'd always roll them one each and he'd puff away, happy as a clam.
He was always up for a joke or a laugh. He could find humor in just about anything and usually did. I've seen him laugh 'til the tears would spill from his eyes. And as he laughed he'd rock back and forth, maybe this kept oxygen pumped to his laughter-deprived lungs. You seldom saw him without a smile on his face or a twinkle in his eye. The smile and laughter usually followed closely on the heels of the twinkle. The twinkle was the first sign that he was cooking up a good one to pull on someone. For Larry this kind of fun and off-beat sense of humor was completely normal and not in the least bit mean or malicious. I don't think he had to put much thought into a lot of the stuff he came up with, it really was just the part of him that set him a part from most folks, especially the ones lacking in a 'sorta twisted' sense of humor. Maybe that's why I clicked with him, like minds and all that. It's probably a good thing we weren't closer in age and or distance... we'd have made the news for sure.
His aunt Rhoda (my mom) has told many times of the calls she'd get every now and then from him. She'd answer the phone and a voice would tell her that they had her pizza delivery ready for her. Since she lives in the country there are no deliveries made save for the mail. She'd tell the voice on the phone that she didn't order a pizza. He would go into detail about the size of the pizza and the toppings she ordered, all the while with her telling him she didn't order a pizza. She'd finally just tell him that she was gonna hang up. Hearing this Larry would laugh and she'd know who the culprit was on the other end of the phone line. Each time he'd call he'd have a different approach, always telling her that her purchase of 'whatever' was ready for delivery. He'd always manage to 'get her going' before she realized who it was. He got such a kick out of pullin a good one on her and truthfully she enjoyed it almost as much as he did.
One story that is told goes like this... While on vacation out of state one year with his wife and son he saw a sign in the window of a shop, 'Help Wanted'. He went in and filled out an application for the job. The person doing the hiring was there and decided to interview Larry on the spot. They'd talked for a bit and it looked as though he'd be offered the job. Then the manager asked him where he lived and he told him in Wichita, KS. The man looked at him with an oddly questioning stare. He asked Larry if he planned to move to the area soon. (The shop was in a city several hundred miles from Wichita) Larry told him that no he didn't plan on moving. The man asked how he intended to deal with the fact that his home was a state away from the shop. Larry just smiled his laid-back smile and replied. "I plan on gettin up early and driving fast." As the story goes Larry stood up, shook hands with the man and walked out. For him it was just entertainment. Many people have been the object of his unusual sense of humor.
There will never be another Larry D Q'Pumpernickle, as his uncle Joe had nick-named him.
He is loved and will be sorely missed...
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I remember Larry 'smoking' a pine needle. He'd take a puff off his cigarette and exhale and no smoke would come out, then he'd 'puff' off the pine needle and exhale and out would come smoke. As a kid that was pretty mysterious. I know now how he did it but the memory, like so many others, is golden.
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This is the story of the arrowhead necklace in the last photo on this memorial.
Larry sent me this arrowhead back in early 2007. He told me that our grandpa Vaughn had given it to him years ago when Larry was young. He'd kept it safely tucked away all these years. During one of our too few phone conversations he told me he had something he was gonna send me and told me about the arrowhead. Within days I got the arrowhead, tediously wrapped layer within layer of bubble-wrap. I later attached the leather thong to it and it now hangs from my rear-view mirror in my car with all the other 'pretties' that are dear to my heart.
Our grandpa Vaughn used to use that word for something special, he'd give you a 'pretty'.
I'm sure that Larry passed on to me one of the 'pretties' that gramps had given to him. This makes it doubly special for me.
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I recieved the following from Terry Vaughn, a cousin who attended Larry's memorial service...
"When we walked into the room, music by The Rolling Stones was playing softly (he always loved the Stones), and there were flowers.... and a mannequin torso and head sitting on a chair at the front of the room with Larry's old jean jacket on with buttons and patches on it, a Stones t-shirt, sun glasses and a doo-rag on its head! It was "looking" back at the crowd. (Phil told me afterward that the mannequin was Larry's and he called it Joe mannequin and Phil said Larry used to play tricks or scare people every chance he would get with it.)
There was also one of Larry's guitars on a stand at the front, and a video was played on a screen with tons of old pictures of Larry all the way back to when he was a baby.
I wish I would have recorded the pastor speaking, it was so beautiful and fitting as he spoke about Larry's life and shenanigans and how Larry watched people and also loved them as Christ has commanded us all to do. He said some might think it strange to hear the Stones or see a mannequin at a memorial service, but he said this was the way Larry would have wanted his memorial service to be and he was right. It was Larry to a T. There were also a couple of more somber songs played during the service.
I talked to Janice after the service and someone asked her if Larry had any enemies. She said not that she was aware of, and said they had been married 41 years and had only fought maybe 5 times over stuff like cards or something silly. Wow.
Larry certainly was a special person. He never met a stranger as far as I know, and whatever he had that made him so special can't be bought and I don't think it can be learned either, but it just came so natural for him. I always knew that if Larry was around there were going to be some enjoyable times and laughs had."
a big thank you to Terry for sharing this with me...
...in a reply from Larry's brother, Phil, I'd asked if there were yo-yos hanging behind Larry in the pic from his memorial card...(the one on this bio of him and his guitar) "Back in the day Larry was very good at the yo-yo, doing all the tricks; walking the dog, around the world, rocking the baby and some others that I can't remember the name of. Larry was also quite an artist in his own way and the wall hanging behind him was made by him with his collection of yo-yos." Thanks Phil for more gems from Larry's life!
♥ (* •. ¸ ♥ ♥ ¸. • * ') ♥
╔══╗
╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯`v´¯)
╚══`my cousin
♥ (* •. ¸ ♥ ♥ ¸. • * ') ♥
Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~ author unknown
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╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
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The Dance
~by Garth Brooks
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known
that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known
how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know
I might have chanced it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance
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If roses grow in Heaven, Lord,
please pick one for me,
place it in Larry's hands
and tell him it's from me.
Tell him that his family loves and misses him
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for a while.
Because remembering him is easy,
his loved ones do it every day.
But there's an ache within their hearts,
that will never go away...
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The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
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Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
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"Don't be afraid,
close your eyes.
Lay it all down
and don't you cry.
Can't you see I'm goin'
where I can see the sun rise.
I've been talkin' to my angel
and he said that it's alright."
~ Melissa Etheridge
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My prayer for all of you that were a part of Larry's life...
...that God will hold you gently in the hollow of His hands as you grieve the loss of one so very loved...
...when you lose someone you love, you gain an angel whose name you know...
...and having Larry for an angel... we'll never lack for entertainment...
Larry love the Rolling Stone... Satisfaction.
Larry Dorlin Snow passed away Saturday, June 12, 2010.
He is the son of Argus Dorlin Snow and Mina Monte 'Vaughn' Snow.
He is preceded in death by both his parents.
Survivors include, his wife of 41 years, Janice; son, Daryle Snow; brother, Phil (Janice) Snow and grandchildren, Nicholas, Kelsi and Mikaela Snow and Alyssa May.
He is also survived by six aunts, Fern Reynolds of Jasper, AR, Rhoda Vaughn, Alice Tennison, Hazel Hicks (Loyal) and Elene Phillips all of Wayton, AR. and Thelma Vaughn of Lowell, AR. He also is survived by a large number of adoring cousins. He never met a stranger so his list of friends would be long.
A memorial service will be held at 2:00 p.m., Thursday at the Broadway Mortuary Chapel, in Wichita, Kansas.
It is requested that memorials be made to Faith Home Health and Hospice in Wichita.
Larry was Phil's older brother by three years.
As children the were members of the Boy Scouts and loved the activities involved in scouting.
When Larry was a boy he and his family spent many summers at Wayton, AR., the homes of his maternal and paternal grandparents. He loved to roam the woods and numerous bluff-lines that abounds in the area.
Growing up in the city, it must've been heaven for a free spirit like Larry to escape to the woods and hollows of the Arkansas Ozarks for the summer. I can picture him in my mind running through the trees, jumping logs, clambering around on the many bluffs, pretending that he was the last person on earth and all of it belonged to just him alone.
Nothing tickled him better than to dress up like a wild Indian and have little brother dress as the cowboy and 'play act' for hours. They had costumes for both cowboy and Indian fun.
When he was visiting with his grandpa and grandma Vaughn he'd go down to spend time with his Uncle Joe and Aunt Rhoda, they lived just under hill. Larry had sneaked around and smoked for a long time. Even as a little boy 8 or 9 years old he'd go down and sidle up to his aunt and ask her is she'd roll him a 'cid-der-dret', he never could say cigarette. She'd always roll them one each and he'd puff away, happy as a clam.
He was always up for a joke or a laugh. He could find humor in just about anything and usually did. I've seen him laugh 'til the tears would spill from his eyes. And as he laughed he'd rock back and forth, maybe this kept oxygen pumped to his laughter-deprived lungs. You seldom saw him without a smile on his face or a twinkle in his eye. The smile and laughter usually followed closely on the heels of the twinkle. The twinkle was the first sign that he was cooking up a good one to pull on someone. For Larry this kind of fun and off-beat sense of humor was completely normal and not in the least bit mean or malicious. I don't think he had to put much thought into a lot of the stuff he came up with, it really was just the part of him that set him a part from most folks, especially the ones lacking in a 'sorta twisted' sense of humor. Maybe that's why I clicked with him, like minds and all that. It's probably a good thing we weren't closer in age and or distance... we'd have made the news for sure.
His aunt Rhoda (my mom) has told many times of the calls she'd get every now and then from him. She'd answer the phone and a voice would tell her that they had her pizza delivery ready for her. Since she lives in the country there are no deliveries made save for the mail. She'd tell the voice on the phone that she didn't order a pizza. He would go into detail about the size of the pizza and the toppings she ordered, all the while with her telling him she didn't order a pizza. She'd finally just tell him that she was gonna hang up. Hearing this Larry would laugh and she'd know who the culprit was on the other end of the phone line. Each time he'd call he'd have a different approach, always telling her that her purchase of 'whatever' was ready for delivery. He'd always manage to 'get her going' before she realized who it was. He got such a kick out of pullin a good one on her and truthfully she enjoyed it almost as much as he did.
One story that is told goes like this... While on vacation out of state one year with his wife and son he saw a sign in the window of a shop, 'Help Wanted'. He went in and filled out an application for the job. The person doing the hiring was there and decided to interview Larry on the spot. They'd talked for a bit and it looked as though he'd be offered the job. Then the manager asked him where he lived and he told him in Wichita, KS. The man looked at him with an oddly questioning stare. He asked Larry if he planned to move to the area soon. (The shop was in a city several hundred miles from Wichita) Larry told him that no he didn't plan on moving. The man asked how he intended to deal with the fact that his home was a state away from the shop. Larry just smiled his laid-back smile and replied. "I plan on gettin up early and driving fast." As the story goes Larry stood up, shook hands with the man and walked out. For him it was just entertainment. Many people have been the object of his unusual sense of humor.
There will never be another Larry D Q'Pumpernickle, as his uncle Joe had nick-named him.
He is loved and will be sorely missed...
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
I remember Larry 'smoking' a pine needle. He'd take a puff off his cigarette and exhale and no smoke would come out, then he'd 'puff' off the pine needle and exhale and out would come smoke. As a kid that was pretty mysterious. I know now how he did it but the memory, like so many others, is golden.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
This is the story of the arrowhead necklace in the last photo on this memorial.
Larry sent me this arrowhead back in early 2007. He told me that our grandpa Vaughn had given it to him years ago when Larry was young. He'd kept it safely tucked away all these years. During one of our too few phone conversations he told me he had something he was gonna send me and told me about the arrowhead. Within days I got the arrowhead, tediously wrapped layer within layer of bubble-wrap. I later attached the leather thong to it and it now hangs from my rear-view mirror in my car with all the other 'pretties' that are dear to my heart.
Our grandpa Vaughn used to use that word for something special, he'd give you a 'pretty'.
I'm sure that Larry passed on to me one of the 'pretties' that gramps had given to him. This makes it doubly special for me.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
I recieved the following from Terry Vaughn, a cousin who attended Larry's memorial service...
"When we walked into the room, music by The Rolling Stones was playing softly (he always loved the Stones), and there were flowers.... and a mannequin torso and head sitting on a chair at the front of the room with Larry's old jean jacket on with buttons and patches on it, a Stones t-shirt, sun glasses and a doo-rag on its head! It was "looking" back at the crowd. (Phil told me afterward that the mannequin was Larry's and he called it Joe mannequin and Phil said Larry used to play tricks or scare people every chance he would get with it.)
There was also one of Larry's guitars on a stand at the front, and a video was played on a screen with tons of old pictures of Larry all the way back to when he was a baby.
I wish I would have recorded the pastor speaking, it was so beautiful and fitting as he spoke about Larry's life and shenanigans and how Larry watched people and also loved them as Christ has commanded us all to do. He said some might think it strange to hear the Stones or see a mannequin at a memorial service, but he said this was the way Larry would have wanted his memorial service to be and he was right. It was Larry to a T. There were also a couple of more somber songs played during the service.
I talked to Janice after the service and someone asked her if Larry had any enemies. She said not that she was aware of, and said they had been married 41 years and had only fought maybe 5 times over stuff like cards or something silly. Wow.
Larry certainly was a special person. He never met a stranger as far as I know, and whatever he had that made him so special can't be bought and I don't think it can be learned either, but it just came so natural for him. I always knew that if Larry was around there were going to be some enjoyable times and laughs had."
a big thank you to Terry for sharing this with me...
...in a reply from Larry's brother, Phil, I'd asked if there were yo-yos hanging behind Larry in the pic from his memorial card...(the one on this bio of him and his guitar) "Back in the day Larry was very good at the yo-yo, doing all the tricks; walking the dog, around the world, rocking the baby and some others that I can't remember the name of. Larry was also quite an artist in his own way and the wall hanging behind him was made by him with his collection of yo-yos." Thanks Phil for more gems from Larry's life!
♥ (* •. ¸ ♥ ♥ ¸. • * ') ♥
╔══╗
╚╗╔╝
╔╝(¯`v´¯)
╚══`my cousin
♥ (* •. ¸ ♥ ♥ ¸. • * ') ♥
Little did we know that day
that our Lord would call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
though you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
the day God called you home.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again
~ author unknown
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╔╗╔╗╔╗╔═╦ ♥. .☆.......•*¨`*•
╠╣║║║╦╠═║✫ (¯`'•.¸ //(*_*) ¸.•'´¯)
╝╚╩║╚╝╚═╚═╝❤✫ƸӜƷ *`• .…* * *.•
.•*"˜˜"*°•. ˜"*°•♥•°*"˜ .•°*"˜˜"*°•.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
The Dance
~by Garth Brooks
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known
that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known
how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know
I might have chanced it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance
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If roses grow in Heaven, Lord,
please pick one for me,
place it in Larry's hands
and tell him it's from me.
Tell him that his family loves and misses him
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for a while.
Because remembering him is easy,
his loved ones do it every day.
But there's an ache within their hearts,
that will never go away...
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
Sunshine fades and shadows fall,
But memories of you outlast them all.
Unseen, unheard, you're always near,
Still loved, still missed, still very dear.
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
"Don't be afraid,
close your eyes.
Lay it all down
and don't you cry.
Can't you see I'm goin'
where I can see the sun rise.
I've been talkin' to my angel
and he said that it's alright."
~ Melissa Etheridge
❤ •*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*• ❤
My prayer for all of you that were a part of Larry's life...
...that God will hold you gently in the hollow of His hands as you grieve the loss of one so very loved...
...when you lose someone you love, you gain an angel whose name you know...
...and having Larry for an angel... we'll never lack for entertainment...
Larry love the Rolling Stone... Satisfaction.
