The Wickenburg Sun, Wickenburg, AZ
April 2, 2003, p. B4
John E. Vaughn The Resident Fiddler
Bid farewell to our resident fiddler, the music will ring no more
His mandolins, guitars and fiddles are closed behind a door
He could find a battered old fiddle that was just a pile of bones
Then with loving hands restore it to release its golden tones
As a worker early in his life he was injured beyond repair
But when he found his music he found a new way to share
To share the song within his soul that somehow found its way
Into the hearts of all who sat and heard him gently play
He made trinkets for his family earrings, rings and such
It was something special he could do for those he loved so much
He would play for friends and family when we'd gather for a day
The time would seem more special when "Uncle John" would choose to play
His heart soared with the eagles as he fiddled on and on
Now whenever I hear a fiddle I'll remember "Uncle John"
Written in loving memory by Kay Luttrell Vaughn.
John E. Vaughn passed away March 28, 2003 in Wickenburg Ariz. He was born Feb. 19, 1939 in Sikeston, Mo. He lived in Arizona for 45 years.
He is survived by wife Anna Vaughn, daughters Tammy Snow and her husband Mike; Connie Bischler and her husband Eric; grandchildren Sarah, Scott and Allison Snow, Natasha Cook, Shanna, Jay and Peter Bischler and two great grandchildren; brothers Franklin "Bud" Vaughn and his wife Lois, Bobby Vaughn and his wife Kay; sisters Valeria Buff and her husband John, Carolyn Harrison and her husband Charles; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Graveside services we held on Tuesday, April 1 at the Wickenburg Cemetery, officiated by clergyman Bobby Vaughn.
Arrangements were handled by Frey Funeral Home.
The Wickenburg Sun, Wickenburg, AZ
April 2, 2003, p. B4
John E. Vaughn The Resident Fiddler
Bid farewell to our resident fiddler, the music will ring no more
His mandolins, guitars and fiddles are closed behind a door
He could find a battered old fiddle that was just a pile of bones
Then with loving hands restore it to release its golden tones
As a worker early in his life he was injured beyond repair
But when he found his music he found a new way to share
To share the song within his soul that somehow found its way
Into the hearts of all who sat and heard him gently play
He made trinkets for his family earrings, rings and such
It was something special he could do for those he loved so much
He would play for friends and family when we'd gather for a day
The time would seem more special when "Uncle John" would choose to play
His heart soared with the eagles as he fiddled on and on
Now whenever I hear a fiddle I'll remember "Uncle John"
Written in loving memory by Kay Luttrell Vaughn.
John E. Vaughn passed away March 28, 2003 in Wickenburg Ariz. He was born Feb. 19, 1939 in Sikeston, Mo. He lived in Arizona for 45 years.
He is survived by wife Anna Vaughn, daughters Tammy Snow and her husband Mike; Connie Bischler and her husband Eric; grandchildren Sarah, Scott and Allison Snow, Natasha Cook, Shanna, Jay and Peter Bischler and two great grandchildren; brothers Franklin "Bud" Vaughn and his wife Lois, Bobby Vaughn and his wife Kay; sisters Valeria Buff and her husband John, Carolyn Harrison and her husband Charles; and numerous nieces and nephews.
Graveside services we held on Tuesday, April 1 at the Wickenburg Cemetery, officiated by clergyman Bobby Vaughn.
Arrangements were handled by Frey Funeral Home.
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