Kentucky New Era obit posted online reads as follows:
Larry Neal Mitchell
Jan 6, 2009
Larry Neal Mitchell, 71, South Main Street, died at 5:48 p.m. Thursday, Dec. 30, 2008, at Vanderbilt Medical Center, Nashville, Tenn., where he was being treated following a fall several days earlier.
A celebration of life will be Friday from 5 until 7 p.m. in the fellowship hall of Southside Church of Christ. The body was cremated with Crawford Funeral Home and Mortuary, Nashville, Tenn., in charge.
A native of Scottsville, he had lived most of his life in Christian County. He was born May 4, 1937, the son of the late Orville Manning and Beatrice Louise Mitchell. He was a retired pilot and local business owner as well as an entrepreneur. He had served in the National Guard, was a Gideon and former Mason.
Survivors include his wife, Patty Ann Mitchell; a daughter, Larena Ann Mitchell-Phillips, Hopkinsville, and a daughter, Laura Burkhardt, Fairview.
Memorials may be made to Gideon’s International, St. Jude or Vanderbilt Medical Center. The memorial offerings may be delivered to the family at their Main Street address.
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Kentucky New Era story:
Widow searches for stories about late husband
By Benjamin Joubert, New Era Staff Writer Feb 4, 2012
Patty Mitchell is compiling a book. It is a book of stories about her late husband, Larry. Right now, Patty can recall 12-15 stories about Larry, but there are many more she’s never heard, she said.
Larry and Patty always talked about writing his stories, keeping a record of his memories, but when he died in an accident three years ago, Patty thought it might be too late.
“I always thought I had more time,” Patty said. “There was always a funny story.”
Now, she is enlisting the help of anyone who might recall a story about her husband. She hopes people will come forward with more stories so she can use them in a book.
Once the book is complete, Patty plans to pass it on to their daughter as a remembrance.
A large man of 400 pounds when he died, Larry flew private planes for a living. He used to take a group of men and their sons to the wilderness in Alaska to hunt and fish.
One story Peggy recalls has Larry crawling through the woods, a boy on his shoulders, shotgun in hand, looking for a bear.
If anyone needed to be taken to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., he would fly them there and only charge gas. If anyone needed a body transferred to Hopkinsville for burial, Larry would take it on himself, and again, only charge the family gas.
A constant joker, Larry used to make phone calls and the first thing he would say was, “Would you rather be shot, hung or drowned?”
“Larry Mitchell,” people would reply immediately.
The couple married after dating for a short period of time. Larry had a rental house where Patty was living in Hopkinsville. He drove his motorcycle into the driveway one day and asked Patty if she wanted to go for a ride.
They were married three months later.
At first Patty was hesitant, but Larry persisted. He told a friend he was going to marry her within a week of their first encounter and started bringing her flowers.
“Every time I opened the door he was there,” Patty said. “I figured if I couldn’t get rid of him, might as well take him home.”
Three years ago, Larry slipped on an ice patch and hit his head on a rod iron, causing extensive damage to his nervous system. He was flown to Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, Tenn., where doctors told Patty they couldn’t find vital signs. She called their daughter in North Dakota and told the doctors to keep him on life support until she got there. When she arrived, she grabbed Larry’s foot, shook it, and said, “Hi Daddy.”
At that moment, Larry’s eyes opened and doctors said they registered a brain wave pattern, Patty said. After that, they decided to see if he could survive on limited life support. He didn’t and died soon after. He was 73 years old.
Now, as most of Larry’s stories are passed down through an oral tradition — parents to siblings to friends — Patty is seeking to finish a written account of her husband.
“He was a wild child,” Patty said. “He’d go as fast as he could.”
Anyone wishing to get in contact with Patty can reach her at 270-886-8936. Her address is 2111 S. Main St. where she has lived for the past 40 years.
Larry Neal Mitchell
Jan 6, 2009
Larry Neal Mitchell, 71, South Main Street, died at 5:48 p.m. Thursday, Dec. 30, 2008, at Vanderbilt Medical Center, Nashville, Tenn., where he was being treated following a fall several days earlier.
A celebration of life will be Friday from 5 until 7 p.m. in the fellowship hall of Southside Church of Christ. The body was cremated with Crawford Funeral Home and Mortuary, Nashville, Tenn., in charge.
A native of Scottsville, he had lived most of his life in Christian County. He was born May 4, 1937, the son of the late Orville Manning and Beatrice Louise Mitchell. He was a retired pilot and local business owner as well as an entrepreneur. He had served in the National Guard, was a Gideon and former Mason.
Survivors include his wife, Patty Ann Mitchell; a daughter, Larena Ann Mitchell-Phillips, Hopkinsville, and a daughter, Laura Burkhardt, Fairview.
Memorials may be made to Gideon’s International, St. Jude or Vanderbilt Medical Center. The memorial offerings may be delivered to the family at their Main Street address.
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Kentucky New Era story:
Widow searches for stories about late husband
By Benjamin Joubert, New Era Staff Writer Feb 4, 2012
Patty Mitchell is compiling a book. It is a book of stories about her late husband, Larry. Right now, Patty can recall 12-15 stories about Larry, but there are many more she’s never heard, she said.
Larry and Patty always talked about writing his stories, keeping a record of his memories, but when he died in an accident three years ago, Patty thought it might be too late.
“I always thought I had more time,” Patty said. “There was always a funny story.”
Now, she is enlisting the help of anyone who might recall a story about her husband. She hopes people will come forward with more stories so she can use them in a book.
Once the book is complete, Patty plans to pass it on to their daughter as a remembrance.
A large man of 400 pounds when he died, Larry flew private planes for a living. He used to take a group of men and their sons to the wilderness in Alaska to hunt and fish.
One story Peggy recalls has Larry crawling through the woods, a boy on his shoulders, shotgun in hand, looking for a bear.
If anyone needed to be taken to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., he would fly them there and only charge gas. If anyone needed a body transferred to Hopkinsville for burial, Larry would take it on himself, and again, only charge the family gas.
A constant joker, Larry used to make phone calls and the first thing he would say was, “Would you rather be shot, hung or drowned?”
“Larry Mitchell,” people would reply immediately.
The couple married after dating for a short period of time. Larry had a rental house where Patty was living in Hopkinsville. He drove his motorcycle into the driveway one day and asked Patty if she wanted to go for a ride.
They were married three months later.
At first Patty was hesitant, but Larry persisted. He told a friend he was going to marry her within a week of their first encounter and started bringing her flowers.
“Every time I opened the door he was there,” Patty said. “I figured if I couldn’t get rid of him, might as well take him home.”
Three years ago, Larry slipped on an ice patch and hit his head on a rod iron, causing extensive damage to his nervous system. He was flown to Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, Tenn., where doctors told Patty they couldn’t find vital signs. She called their daughter in North Dakota and told the doctors to keep him on life support until she got there. When she arrived, she grabbed Larry’s foot, shook it, and said, “Hi Daddy.”
At that moment, Larry’s eyes opened and doctors said they registered a brain wave pattern, Patty said. After that, they decided to see if he could survive on limited life support. He didn’t and died soon after. He was 73 years old.
Now, as most of Larry’s stories are passed down through an oral tradition — parents to siblings to friends — Patty is seeking to finish a written account of her husband.
“He was a wild child,” Patty said. “He’d go as fast as he could.”
Anyone wishing to get in contact with Patty can reach her at 270-886-8936. Her address is 2111 S. Main St. where she has lived for the past 40 years.
Kentucky New Era obit posted online reads as follows:
Larry Neal Mitchell
Jan 6, 2009
Larry Neal Mitchell, 71, South Main Street, died at 5:48 p.m. Thursday, Dec. 30, 2008, at Vanderbilt Medical Center, Nashville, Tenn., where he was being treated following a fall several days earlier.
A celebration of life will be Friday from 5 until 7 p.m. in the fellowship hall of Southside Church of Christ. The body was cremated with Crawford Funeral Home and Mortuary, Nashville, Tenn., in charge.
A native of Scottsville, he had lived most of his life in Christian County. He was born May 4, 1937, the son of the late Orville Manning and Beatrice Louise Mitchell. He was a retired pilot and local business owner as well as an entrepreneur. He had served in the National Guard, was a Gideon and former Mason.
Survivors include his wife, Patty Ann Mitchell; a daughter, Larena Ann Mitchell-Phillips, Hopkinsville, and a daughter, Laura Burkhardt, Fairview.
Memorials may be made to Gideon’s International, St. Jude or Vanderbilt Medical Center. The memorial offerings may be delivered to the family at their Main Street address.
__________________________
Kentucky New Era story:
Widow searches for stories about late husband
By Benjamin Joubert, New Era Staff Writer Feb 4, 2012
Patty Mitchell is compiling a book. It is a book of stories about her late husband, Larry. Right now, Patty can recall 12-15 stories about Larry, but there are many more she’s never heard, she said.
Larry and Patty always talked about writing his stories, keeping a record of his memories, but when he died in an accident three years ago, Patty thought it might be too late.
“I always thought I had more time,” Patty said. “There was always a funny story.”
Now, she is enlisting the help of anyone who might recall a story about her husband. She hopes people will come forward with more stories so she can use them in a book.
Once the book is complete, Patty plans to pass it on to their daughter as a remembrance.
A large man of 400 pounds when he died, Larry flew private planes for a living. He used to take a group of men and their sons to the wilderness in Alaska to hunt and fish.
One story Peggy recalls has Larry crawling through the woods, a boy on his shoulders, shotgun in hand, looking for a bear.
If anyone needed to be taken to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., he would fly them there and only charge gas. If anyone needed a body transferred to Hopkinsville for burial, Larry would take it on himself, and again, only charge the family gas.
A constant joker, Larry used to make phone calls and the first thing he would say was, “Would you rather be shot, hung or drowned?”
“Larry Mitchell,” people would reply immediately.
The couple married after dating for a short period of time. Larry had a rental house where Patty was living in Hopkinsville. He drove his motorcycle into the driveway one day and asked Patty if she wanted to go for a ride.
They were married three months later.
At first Patty was hesitant, but Larry persisted. He told a friend he was going to marry her within a week of their first encounter and started bringing her flowers.
“Every time I opened the door he was there,” Patty said. “I figured if I couldn’t get rid of him, might as well take him home.”
Three years ago, Larry slipped on an ice patch and hit his head on a rod iron, causing extensive damage to his nervous system. He was flown to Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, Tenn., where doctors told Patty they couldn’t find vital signs. She called their daughter in North Dakota and told the doctors to keep him on life support until she got there. When she arrived, she grabbed Larry’s foot, shook it, and said, “Hi Daddy.”
At that moment, Larry’s eyes opened and doctors said they registered a brain wave pattern, Patty said. After that, they decided to see if he could survive on limited life support. He didn’t and died soon after. He was 73 years old.
Now, as most of Larry’s stories are passed down through an oral tradition — parents to siblings to friends — Patty is seeking to finish a written account of her husband.
“He was a wild child,” Patty said. “He’d go as fast as he could.”
Anyone wishing to get in contact with Patty can reach her at 270-886-8936. Her address is 2111 S. Main St. where she has lived for the past 40 years.
Larry Neal Mitchell
Jan 6, 2009
Larry Neal Mitchell, 71, South Main Street, died at 5:48 p.m. Thursday, Dec. 30, 2008, at Vanderbilt Medical Center, Nashville, Tenn., where he was being treated following a fall several days earlier.
A celebration of life will be Friday from 5 until 7 p.m. in the fellowship hall of Southside Church of Christ. The body was cremated with Crawford Funeral Home and Mortuary, Nashville, Tenn., in charge.
A native of Scottsville, he had lived most of his life in Christian County. He was born May 4, 1937, the son of the late Orville Manning and Beatrice Louise Mitchell. He was a retired pilot and local business owner as well as an entrepreneur. He had served in the National Guard, was a Gideon and former Mason.
Survivors include his wife, Patty Ann Mitchell; a daughter, Larena Ann Mitchell-Phillips, Hopkinsville, and a daughter, Laura Burkhardt, Fairview.
Memorials may be made to Gideon’s International, St. Jude or Vanderbilt Medical Center. The memorial offerings may be delivered to the family at their Main Street address.
__________________________
Kentucky New Era story:
Widow searches for stories about late husband
By Benjamin Joubert, New Era Staff Writer Feb 4, 2012
Patty Mitchell is compiling a book. It is a book of stories about her late husband, Larry. Right now, Patty can recall 12-15 stories about Larry, but there are many more she’s never heard, she said.
Larry and Patty always talked about writing his stories, keeping a record of his memories, but when he died in an accident three years ago, Patty thought it might be too late.
“I always thought I had more time,” Patty said. “There was always a funny story.”
Now, she is enlisting the help of anyone who might recall a story about her husband. She hopes people will come forward with more stories so she can use them in a book.
Once the book is complete, Patty plans to pass it on to their daughter as a remembrance.
A large man of 400 pounds when he died, Larry flew private planes for a living. He used to take a group of men and their sons to the wilderness in Alaska to hunt and fish.
One story Peggy recalls has Larry crawling through the woods, a boy on his shoulders, shotgun in hand, looking for a bear.
If anyone needed to be taken to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn., he would fly them there and only charge gas. If anyone needed a body transferred to Hopkinsville for burial, Larry would take it on himself, and again, only charge the family gas.
A constant joker, Larry used to make phone calls and the first thing he would say was, “Would you rather be shot, hung or drowned?”
“Larry Mitchell,” people would reply immediately.
The couple married after dating for a short period of time. Larry had a rental house where Patty was living in Hopkinsville. He drove his motorcycle into the driveway one day and asked Patty if she wanted to go for a ride.
They were married three months later.
At first Patty was hesitant, but Larry persisted. He told a friend he was going to marry her within a week of their first encounter and started bringing her flowers.
“Every time I opened the door he was there,” Patty said. “I figured if I couldn’t get rid of him, might as well take him home.”
Three years ago, Larry slipped on an ice patch and hit his head on a rod iron, causing extensive damage to his nervous system. He was flown to Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, Tenn., where doctors told Patty they couldn’t find vital signs. She called their daughter in North Dakota and told the doctors to keep him on life support until she got there. When she arrived, she grabbed Larry’s foot, shook it, and said, “Hi Daddy.”
At that moment, Larry’s eyes opened and doctors said they registered a brain wave pattern, Patty said. After that, they decided to see if he could survive on limited life support. He didn’t and died soon after. He was 73 years old.
Now, as most of Larry’s stories are passed down through an oral tradition — parents to siblings to friends — Patty is seeking to finish a written account of her husband.
“He was a wild child,” Patty said. “He’d go as fast as he could.”
Anyone wishing to get in contact with Patty can reach her at 270-886-8936. Her address is 2111 S. Main St. where she has lived for the past 40 years.
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