Kenneth Dan Avery, 72, of Hackett, AR passed away Monday, December 12, 2011 in Ft. Smith, AR. Kenneth was born April 6, 1939 in Mountain Pine, AR to Jesse Leon & Mamie Francis (Radford) Avery. He was a craftsman/woodworker. He was preceded in death by his parents; and brothers, Bobby & Bill Avery.
Survivors include his wife of 52 years, Loretta of the home; 3 daughters & sons in law, Pam & Melvin Satterfield of Sugarloaf Lake, AR, Patty & Mark Jones of Arkoma, OK; Jeanette & Wendell Rye of Barling, AR ; 3 granddaughters, Amber Noelle Rye, Brittaney Lauren Rye, Cristen Avery Rye of Barling, AR; sister, Shirley Johnson of Ft. Smith, AR; other relatives & loved ones; many beloved friends.
Services will be 2 pm, Thursday, December 15, 2011 graveside at Macedonia Cemetery, Pocola, OK with Rev. Jim Cook officiating. Interment will follow. Pallbearers will be Melvin Satterfield, Mark Jones, Wendell Rye, Chuck Johnson, James Satterfield, Wayne Johnson.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Kenneth Avery
Kenneth Dan Avery, 72, of Hackett, AR passed away Monday, December 12, 2011 in Ft. Smith, AR. Kenneth was born April 6, 1939 in Mountain Pine, AR to Jesse Leon & Mamie Francis (Radford) Avery. He was a craftsman/woodworker. He was preceded in death by his parents; and brothers, Bobby & Bill Avery.
Survivors include his wife of 52 years, Loretta of the home; 3 daughters & sons in law, Pam & Melvin Satterfield of Sugarloaf Lake, AR, Patty & Mark Jones of Arkoma, OK; Jeanette & Wendell Rye of Barling, AR ; 3 granddaughters, Amber Noelle Rye, Brittaney Lauren Rye, Cristen Avery Rye of Barling, AR; sister, Shirley Johnson of Ft. Smith, AR; other relatives & loved ones; many beloved friends.
Services will be 2 pm, Thursday, December 15, 2011 graveside at Macedonia Cemetery, Pocola, OK with Rev. Jim Cook officiating. Interment will follow. Pallbearers will be Melvin Satterfield, Mark Jones, Wendell Rye, Chuck Johnson, James Satterfield, Wayne Johnson.
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Daddy, for 7 days straight, I was able to hold your hands, kiss your cheek, hug you tight, and say a prayer that God would ease your pain and give mom peace. The morning you passed, I could never get pass the sadness I felt because I never got to tell you goodbye. I am very blessed to have you and mom as my parents. The love you and mom have is something that two people just dont run across very often. When you were at your darkest and painful time, I watched mom crawl up on your hospital bed and lay down beside you and sing yours and her song..."I Love You A Bushel And A Peck, A Bushel and A Peck and A Hug Around the Neck, A Hug Around the Neck and Squeeze You Real Tight..I Love You With All Of My Might" over and over and over and the peace on your face was instant and amazing. I saw your ears search for her lips... you kept moving closer and closer until you could hear perfect word. I will never forget that, daddy. Thank you for a wonderful memory. So how does one cope, daddy? Where does a daughter go when she needs her daddy to talk to and hug? I know you will be with us all the time. During your next visit to mom, please give her a big hug, ease her heart, and tell her everything is ok. So, daddy... as you go fishing with Kenny, think of us. Give Kenny, Granny, Papa, and Granma and Granpa a kiss and hug for us and let them know how much we miss them. I am so lonely and empty in my heart, daddy and I love and miss you so much. "When we all get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be" ...Goodbye Daddy. Your favorite daughter, (family joke) Patty
best friend over 50 years loved him like a brother his family was my family and mine his he was there thru thick and thin good times and bad i felt if he had fifty cents i had a quarter and vice versa best fishing and camping and traveling buddy a man could have will miss him every day his best friend jerry and darlene parnell
Loretta and family,
I am so sorry for your loss. Kenneth was a great man, and I have so many fond memories of spending time in your home, with my girl, Patty. Some memories are fuzzy some are clear as crystal. I remember being in awe of his craftsmanship and amazing talent. I also remember how funny and gracious he was and how he always treated me like one of the gang! Love and God Bless to you, and may God comfort your hearts!
Vicki Hampton-Slone
When the Nelke family got together or Kenneth/Loretta would stop by the house or vice versa Kenneth could always put a smile on my face, he had a presence about him that just radiated happiness (this along with Loretta must be where his daughters got it from). I am honored to still have his beautiful woodwork and to have called him my Uncle. He will be greatly missed. Praying for you Loretta, Patty, Pam, Jeanette, and family.
So sorry for your loss. If there is anything you need dont hesitate.
Chuck and Cindy Fortson
A childhood memory I never want to forget is about my grandpa, Kennetth Avery. Growing up, my sisters and I stayed with my grandparents frequently. Our mom and dad would dump the three of us on them whenever they could, and we would spend the entire weekend at their lake-front house.I remember going swimming every chance Mamaw and Papaw would let us. They would sit on the dock and watch us for a few hours until they grew tired or we did. My fondest memory of my grandpa revolves around the simplest of items: strawberry shampoo. Just thinking about it fills my heart with love and longing. On most ocations, Mamaw would bathe the three of us, and each time she would do it the same way. I remember she would run the bath with warm water, filling the tub only with a few inches. Then I would get in, and she would shut the shower door, so I wouldn't splash everywhere, and leave the room. She would check in every few minutes, making sure I was actually bathing opposed to just playing in the water. Then when it came time to wash my hair, she would pull out the secret strawberry shampoo. Papaw couldn't know I was using it because it was his favorite. She would whisper in my ear to be quiet while she latherd my head with the secret. To rinse it out, I always had to lean back under the faucet to keep the soap out of my eyes. Then I would get out, and she would help my dry off and towel my hair as best as she could. She would then rub me down with lotion to make me all soft. Finally, I would put on fresh clothes and creep out of the bathroom. Usually Papaw was in his chair in the living room, and I would have to try to sneak by him, but that was nearly impossible because he always caught me. He would sniff the air for his secret shampoo, and when he caught the scent, he would start to growl. Then he would get up and chase after me. There wasn't much room in the living room, so we always ran in circles around the coffee table, screaming the entire time. We he caught me, he would pluck me off the ground and encircle me in his arms, but he didn't stop there. He would growl, nibble, and kiss my neck and face while asking why I used his shampoo. I would giggle and squirm the entire time until he released me, while Mamaw just laughed at the entire spectacle. Once he put me down I would run away and tempt him to get me. I could always count on him to attack me after my bath, and it is my absolute favorite memory of him. Another favorite memory was the ride up to there house. Right before you get to their yard, there is a huge hill. Every time we went up it, Papaw would tell my sisters and I that we had to push on the dash board so we could make it up the hill. It was soooo funny. We did it every single time when we were younger. If we didn't do it, then he would take his foot off the gas so it would seem like the truck needed our help to make it up. Mamaw just egged him on, telling us to push while she just sat back and watched. The three of us would scream and push on the dash with all of our strength until we made it up. He was such a nice and adorable old man, and I will miss very dearly. I know I didn't express my love enough for him, and now I regret it. Many people will miss him, but I'm glad he is in the hands of God now. He won't be in pain anymore. For my children, I want my father to carry on the tradition of the strawberry shampoo, and I want my husband and I to carry it on for the children of our children. I want my grandparents to live on in our family forever through the strawberry shampoo. Papaw, I love you soooooo much, and I'm going to miss you. 12/12/11 will always be a sorrowful day in my heart reserved for remembering you.
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