Thank you Serenity Now for sponsoring this memorial of my friend.
Shelly (Arnold)Scott, 45, St Joseph, died Wednesday, Jan 17, 2001, at the home of her parents, Mr and Mrs Jerry Arnold in Clarksdale, Mo., following an illness of cancer.
Mrs. Scott was a licensed practical nurse and had worked for the last three years at Specialized Support Services as director for the Woodland Hills No. 3 facility.
Born in St Joseph on May 21, 1955, she also had resided in New Orleans from 1975 until returning to St Joseph in 1985.
Mrs. Scott was a graduate of the Maysville,Mo,. high school and attended NS Hillyard Technical School in St. Joseph. She was a member of the Clarksdale First Baptist Church.
In 1976, she married Randall Scott in St. Joseph. They were later divorced.
Surviving: two sons, Abraham K., Gladstone, Mo and Cory R., St Joseph; a daughter, Jessica O. Scott, St. Joseph; her parents,Jerry D.and Susanne Arnold, Clarksdale; and three brothers, Timothy and Jonathan Arnold, both of Stewartsville, Mo and Joseph Arnold, Easton, Mo.
This beautiful article below
By Joe Arnold
My sis passed away in January of 2001, right before we moved to Indiana. She had battled breast cancer for a couple of years prior and they had done a double mastectomy and thought they had got it, but then it came back with a vengeance. It metastasized on the outside and she had extremely painful sores all around her chest. She has 3 kids, all grown now and an ex-husband. Her ex-husband had hepatitis and he passed away within 6 months of her. In fact, they life-flighted him to KU Med the same week sis passed away, so the kids lost both their parents within 6 months.
Shelley was an angel, and that is not an exaggeration. She had worked in a factory for many years. When they closed it she pursued her life-long goal of becoming a nurse and worked her way through nursing school as a single parent. She was always someone who you could talk to and she would just listen without judgement and nothing but love and caring. After she got her degree she started working at a group home for adult handicap people and became the director there. It was the perfect job for her because she was always looking after the people that others ignored, even when I was a kid. My parents were so good about instilling that in all of us. When she passed away the St. Joe News Press did an article on her and made her one of the 10 most influential people of that year. She never had much money and if she would have she would have given it away. The biggest reason for the newspaper doing a story on her was her choices for her final wishes.
About 10 miles east of St. Joe, near Cosby, is a little country cemetery across from my uncle's house. This is where the cabin I told you about is also. My aunt, who died 10 years before my sister from breast cancer, is buried in this cemetery. When Shelley would go out to visit the grave site she would always notice one tombstone that was about 50 yards away from all the rest and facing the opposite direction. Her being the person she was, this bothered her. She researched it and found out it was the grave of a young black boy that died in the late 1800's. His mother was the employee of a wealthy white resident of the county. When this boy died at 18 years old, his mother wanted him to be buried proper in the "white" cemetery. Because of who she worked for, the citizens decided he could be buried there but only if it was away from the others and facing the other way. This really bothered my sister when she found this out. As part of her final wishes she wanted to be buried by him so his grave would not be alone. I have attached a picture. And instead of flowers on her grave she wanted pinwheels. If you go there now there will be pinwheels still put there by my uncle, cousin, and others. This was just the final act that capped off a life of the same kind of actions. The funeral procession was a over a mile long because of all the lives she touched.
Her favorite movie was The Wizard of Oz and she had all kinds of memorabilia about it. She compared it to her life. She ran away her senior year of high school with her boyfriend/eventual husband and ran off to live in New Orleans and live a pretty yucky life bartending on Bourbon Street. She finally had enough and came home to be near family, so she always saw herself as Dorothy running away and coming home when she realized there was no place like home. The parallel even extends to me and my brothers. We 3 brothers almost mirror the characters of the Tin Man, Scarecrow, and Lion. So her headstone has ruby slippers on it and says "There's No Place Like Home."
I still miss her dearly and think of her often and wish I had her here just to listen.
Shelly (Arnold)Scott, 45, St Joseph, died Wednesday, Jan 17, 2001, at the home of her parents, Mr and Mrs Jerry Arnold in Clarksdale, Mo., following an illness of cancer.
Mrs. Scott was a licensed practical nurse and had worked for the last three years at Specialized Support Services as director for the Woodland Hills No. 3 facility.
Born in St Joseph on May 21, 1955, she also had resided in New Orleans from 1975 until returning to St Joseph in 1985.
Mrs. Scott was a graduate of the Maysville,Mo,. high school and attended NS Hillyard Technical School in St. Joseph. She was a member of the Clarksdale First Baptist Church.
In 1976, she married Randall Scott in St. Joseph. They were later divorced.
Surviving: two sons, Abraham K., Gladstone, Mo and Cory R., St Joseph; a daughter, Jessica O. Scott, St. Joseph; her parents,Jerry D.and Susanne Arnold, Clarksdale; and three brothers, Timothy and Jonathan Arnold, both of Stewartsville, Mo and Joseph Arnold, Easton, Mo.
This beautiful article below
By Joe Arnold
My sis passed away in January of 2001, right before we moved to Indiana. She had battled breast cancer for a couple of years prior and they had done a double mastectomy and thought they had got it, but then it came back with a vengeance. It metastasized on the outside and she had extremely painful sores all around her chest. She has 3 kids, all grown now and an ex-husband. Her ex-husband had hepatitis and he passed away within 6 months of her. In fact, they life-flighted him to KU Med the same week sis passed away, so the kids lost both their parents within 6 months.
Shelley was an angel, and that is not an exaggeration. She had worked in a factory for many years. When they closed it she pursued her life-long goal of becoming a nurse and worked her way through nursing school as a single parent. She was always someone who you could talk to and she would just listen without judgement and nothing but love and caring. After she got her degree she started working at a group home for adult handicap people and became the director there. It was the perfect job for her because she was always looking after the people that others ignored, even when I was a kid. My parents were so good about instilling that in all of us. When she passed away the St. Joe News Press did an article on her and made her one of the 10 most influential people of that year. She never had much money and if she would have she would have given it away. The biggest reason for the newspaper doing a story on her was her choices for her final wishes.
About 10 miles east of St. Joe, near Cosby, is a little country cemetery across from my uncle's house. This is where the cabin I told you about is also. My aunt, who died 10 years before my sister from breast cancer, is buried in this cemetery. When Shelley would go out to visit the grave site she would always notice one tombstone that was about 50 yards away from all the rest and facing the opposite direction. Her being the person she was, this bothered her. She researched it and found out it was the grave of a young black boy that died in the late 1800's. His mother was the employee of a wealthy white resident of the county. When this boy died at 18 years old, his mother wanted him to be buried proper in the "white" cemetery. Because of who she worked for, the citizens decided he could be buried there but only if it was away from the others and facing the other way. This really bothered my sister when she found this out. As part of her final wishes she wanted to be buried by him so his grave would not be alone. I have attached a picture. And instead of flowers on her grave she wanted pinwheels. If you go there now there will be pinwheels still put there by my uncle, cousin, and others. This was just the final act that capped off a life of the same kind of actions. The funeral procession was a over a mile long because of all the lives she touched.
Her favorite movie was The Wizard of Oz and she had all kinds of memorabilia about it. She compared it to her life. She ran away her senior year of high school with her boyfriend/eventual husband and ran off to live in New Orleans and live a pretty yucky life bartending on Bourbon Street. She finally had enough and came home to be near family, so she always saw herself as Dorothy running away and coming home when she realized there was no place like home. The parallel even extends to me and my brothers. We 3 brothers almost mirror the characters of the Tin Man, Scarecrow, and Lion. So her headstone has ruby slippers on it and says "There's No Place Like Home."
I still miss her dearly and think of her often and wish I had her here just to listen.
Thank you Serenity Now for sponsoring this memorial of my friend.
Shelly (Arnold)Scott, 45, St Joseph, died Wednesday, Jan 17, 2001, at the home of her parents, Mr and Mrs Jerry Arnold in Clarksdale, Mo., following an illness of cancer.
Mrs. Scott was a licensed practical nurse and had worked for the last three years at Specialized Support Services as director for the Woodland Hills No. 3 facility.
Born in St Joseph on May 21, 1955, she also had resided in New Orleans from 1975 until returning to St Joseph in 1985.
Mrs. Scott was a graduate of the Maysville,Mo,. high school and attended NS Hillyard Technical School in St. Joseph. She was a member of the Clarksdale First Baptist Church.
In 1976, she married Randall Scott in St. Joseph. They were later divorced.
Surviving: two sons, Abraham K., Gladstone, Mo and Cory R., St Joseph; a daughter, Jessica O. Scott, St. Joseph; her parents,Jerry D.and Susanne Arnold, Clarksdale; and three brothers, Timothy and Jonathan Arnold, both of Stewartsville, Mo and Joseph Arnold, Easton, Mo.
This beautiful article below
By Joe Arnold
My sis passed away in January of 2001, right before we moved to Indiana. She had battled breast cancer for a couple of years prior and they had done a double mastectomy and thought they had got it, but then it came back with a vengeance. It metastasized on the outside and she had extremely painful sores all around her chest. She has 3 kids, all grown now and an ex-husband. Her ex-husband had hepatitis and he passed away within 6 months of her. In fact, they life-flighted him to KU Med the same week sis passed away, so the kids lost both their parents within 6 months.
Shelley was an angel, and that is not an exaggeration. She had worked in a factory for many years. When they closed it she pursued her life-long goal of becoming a nurse and worked her way through nursing school as a single parent. She was always someone who you could talk to and she would just listen without judgement and nothing but love and caring. After she got her degree she started working at a group home for adult handicap people and became the director there. It was the perfect job for her because she was always looking after the people that others ignored, even when I was a kid. My parents were so good about instilling that in all of us. When she passed away the St. Joe News Press did an article on her and made her one of the 10 most influential people of that year. She never had much money and if she would have she would have given it away. The biggest reason for the newspaper doing a story on her was her choices for her final wishes.
About 10 miles east of St. Joe, near Cosby, is a little country cemetery across from my uncle's house. This is where the cabin I told you about is also. My aunt, who died 10 years before my sister from breast cancer, is buried in this cemetery. When Shelley would go out to visit the grave site she would always notice one tombstone that was about 50 yards away from all the rest and facing the opposite direction. Her being the person she was, this bothered her. She researched it and found out it was the grave of a young black boy that died in the late 1800's. His mother was the employee of a wealthy white resident of the county. When this boy died at 18 years old, his mother wanted him to be buried proper in the "white" cemetery. Because of who she worked for, the citizens decided he could be buried there but only if it was away from the others and facing the other way. This really bothered my sister when she found this out. As part of her final wishes she wanted to be buried by him so his grave would not be alone. I have attached a picture. And instead of flowers on her grave she wanted pinwheels. If you go there now there will be pinwheels still put there by my uncle, cousin, and others. This was just the final act that capped off a life of the same kind of actions. The funeral procession was a over a mile long because of all the lives she touched.
Her favorite movie was The Wizard of Oz and she had all kinds of memorabilia about it. She compared it to her life. She ran away her senior year of high school with her boyfriend/eventual husband and ran off to live in New Orleans and live a pretty yucky life bartending on Bourbon Street. She finally had enough and came home to be near family, so she always saw herself as Dorothy running away and coming home when she realized there was no place like home. The parallel even extends to me and my brothers. We 3 brothers almost mirror the characters of the Tin Man, Scarecrow, and Lion. So her headstone has ruby slippers on it and says "There's No Place Like Home."
I still miss her dearly and think of her often and wish I had her here just to listen.
Shelly (Arnold)Scott, 45, St Joseph, died Wednesday, Jan 17, 2001, at the home of her parents, Mr and Mrs Jerry Arnold in Clarksdale, Mo., following an illness of cancer.
Mrs. Scott was a licensed practical nurse and had worked for the last three years at Specialized Support Services as director for the Woodland Hills No. 3 facility.
Born in St Joseph on May 21, 1955, she also had resided in New Orleans from 1975 until returning to St Joseph in 1985.
Mrs. Scott was a graduate of the Maysville,Mo,. high school and attended NS Hillyard Technical School in St. Joseph. She was a member of the Clarksdale First Baptist Church.
In 1976, she married Randall Scott in St. Joseph. They were later divorced.
Surviving: two sons, Abraham K., Gladstone, Mo and Cory R., St Joseph; a daughter, Jessica O. Scott, St. Joseph; her parents,Jerry D.and Susanne Arnold, Clarksdale; and three brothers, Timothy and Jonathan Arnold, both of Stewartsville, Mo and Joseph Arnold, Easton, Mo.
This beautiful article below
By Joe Arnold
My sis passed away in January of 2001, right before we moved to Indiana. She had battled breast cancer for a couple of years prior and they had done a double mastectomy and thought they had got it, but then it came back with a vengeance. It metastasized on the outside and she had extremely painful sores all around her chest. She has 3 kids, all grown now and an ex-husband. Her ex-husband had hepatitis and he passed away within 6 months of her. In fact, they life-flighted him to KU Med the same week sis passed away, so the kids lost both their parents within 6 months.
Shelley was an angel, and that is not an exaggeration. She had worked in a factory for many years. When they closed it she pursued her life-long goal of becoming a nurse and worked her way through nursing school as a single parent. She was always someone who you could talk to and she would just listen without judgement and nothing but love and caring. After she got her degree she started working at a group home for adult handicap people and became the director there. It was the perfect job for her because she was always looking after the people that others ignored, even when I was a kid. My parents were so good about instilling that in all of us. When she passed away the St. Joe News Press did an article on her and made her one of the 10 most influential people of that year. She never had much money and if she would have she would have given it away. The biggest reason for the newspaper doing a story on her was her choices for her final wishes.
About 10 miles east of St. Joe, near Cosby, is a little country cemetery across from my uncle's house. This is where the cabin I told you about is also. My aunt, who died 10 years before my sister from breast cancer, is buried in this cemetery. When Shelley would go out to visit the grave site she would always notice one tombstone that was about 50 yards away from all the rest and facing the opposite direction. Her being the person she was, this bothered her. She researched it and found out it was the grave of a young black boy that died in the late 1800's. His mother was the employee of a wealthy white resident of the county. When this boy died at 18 years old, his mother wanted him to be buried proper in the "white" cemetery. Because of who she worked for, the citizens decided he could be buried there but only if it was away from the others and facing the other way. This really bothered my sister when she found this out. As part of her final wishes she wanted to be buried by him so his grave would not be alone. I have attached a picture. And instead of flowers on her grave she wanted pinwheels. If you go there now there will be pinwheels still put there by my uncle, cousin, and others. This was just the final act that capped off a life of the same kind of actions. The funeral procession was a over a mile long because of all the lives she touched.
Her favorite movie was The Wizard of Oz and she had all kinds of memorabilia about it. She compared it to her life. She ran away her senior year of high school with her boyfriend/eventual husband and ran off to live in New Orleans and live a pretty yucky life bartending on Bourbon Street. She finally had enough and came home to be near family, so she always saw herself as Dorothy running away and coming home when she realized there was no place like home. The parallel even extends to me and my brothers. We 3 brothers almost mirror the characters of the Tin Man, Scarecrow, and Lion. So her headstone has ruby slippers on it and says "There's No Place Like Home."
I still miss her dearly and think of her often and wish I had her here just to listen.
