|Birth: ||Dec. 31, 1935|
|Death: ||Dec. 9, 2009|
Obituary taken from Ardoin Funeral Home website.
Kinder- Funeral service for Mr. Herbert "Herbie" Deron, 73, will be held Friday, December 11, 2009 at 10:00a.m. in Ardoin Funeral Home of Kinder. Rev. Alfred Gibson will officiate. Burial will follow in Green Oak Cemetery. Visitation will be Thursday from 5pm-9pm and will continue Saturday at 8am until time of service. Herbie was a resident of Kinder. He passed away Wednesday, December 9, 2009. Survivors include his brother, Adene Deron of Shreveport; a host of nieces & nephews. He is preceded in death by his parents, August & Katherine Deron. Condolences may be sent to the family at www.ardoinfuneralhome.com
Stories about Herbie written by Don Ladner in 2001 and 2009.
3 November 2001
Last Saturday, I wrote about our neighbor, Miss Marie, who resides in the local nursing home. Today, I want to introduce to you another one of the nursing home patients. His name is Herbie.
Herbie has spent most of his adult life in the nursing home. We were told that before Herbie came to live in the nursing home, he was kept in a "cage'. He is what some folks call a "slow learner".
Herbie may not as "sharp" as others, but he is no dummy.... he has learned to play folks like a fiddle. He uses every trick in the book to get his way with things around the nursing home. For example, he tells the staff that he is not going to take a bath unless they give him some cigarettes. You know what, Herbie gets his "smokes".
Herbie is our buddy. The minute we arrive at the nursing home, Herbie rushes up to Leavon and me to tell us the latest. Every day it's something different. One day it's to tell us that he has gotten a new cap, the next, it's to tell us that someone has called him a "bad" name.... and that he is mad about that. He mutters, "Old so and so called me a bad name.... that old SOB".
Many times he approaches us with a very sad look upon his face. He hides his face with one hand and begins to faintly cry. These are the days when Herbie just wants a hug from Leavon or just a kind word of consolation. Leavon gives him a hug and I tell him, "Everything is going to be alright, Herbie." He immediately lights up like a light, smiles with that grin of his and moves on with that little "hitch in his get-along".... some deformity I assume he has had since birth.
Herbie is my "podner". One day we arrived at the nursing home to find Herbie sitting on the bench out front. He had a grin from ear to ear. I walked up to him and asked what was going on. He reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a shiney, new harmonica and announced to me, "I got me a new harmonica". I asked Herbie if he could you play "that thing". He grinned even more and answered, "Yes." I told him if he would play a tune that I would dance a jig. Guess what.... Herbie can play.... at least, he blew into the harmonica and moved it from side to side in his mouth. His playing was, at least, as good as my dancing.
After my little "dance" and before leaving, I told Herbie that he was now my "podner" and that the next time, and each time thereafter, I came to the nursing home that I would dance if he would just play me a tune on his new harmonica.
Some folks have always thought me a bit crazy and now they see it in action. Each time I arrive at the nursing home, Herbie greets me with a grin, pulls out his harmonica and starts to play, and I immediately break out into my little dance. The folks all sitting around have a good laugh, I leave with a smile on my face and a warmness in my heart, and Herbie and I share our "podnership" in happiness.
May you find your own "podner" and may you have as many happy days as I do.
May God bless!!
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12 December 2009
Subject: Goodbye Herbie
Yesterday morning we said goodbye to Herbie. He passed away on Thursday at 73 years of age.
I'm not sure if you remember who Herbie was or not. I first wrote and introduced Herbie to you on 3 November 2001.
Herbie spent most of his adult life in a local nursing home/rehabilitation center. He was my "podner". Herbie played his harmonica every time I saw him and, as promised, I responded by doing a little dance for him.
In the funeral home yesterday morning, Herbie's casket flowers were adorned with several of his prized possessions-- his hat, his pipe, his harmonica and his Bible. Inside his casket, Herbie's friends had placed a pack of cigarettes and several quarters. (Herbie loved his "smokes" and was always asking people for a couple of quarters to buy himself a coke.)
Herbie's pastor friend, the Rehabilitation Center Director and I all spoke at Herbie's funeral. The Director said that Herbie was an icon at the Center and would be sorely missed by the entire staff-- Herbie's second family. I spoke about the special relationship Leavon and I had developed with Herbie over the years and the special bond he and I had-- a real "podnership". The pastor told about Herbie always raising his hand at the church services the pastor conducted at the center and requesting they all sing Amazing Grace, then when the services were about to end, Herbie would once again raise his hand and ask that they sing Amazing Grace once more. The pastor spoke about visiting Herbie in the hospital during his last days and praying over Herbie. He said he thought Herbie was in a semi-comatose state and after praying for Herbie, he just gave Herbie the "Thumbs Up" sign. He was surprised when Herbie looked up at him and responded with his own "Thumbs Up"... and then repeatedly said, "Jesus, I love you! Jesus, I love you!"
Let me just say one thing about my podner, Herbie. Although he was physically lame and considered by many to be somewhat retarded, he touched more people in his life that most of us could ever hope to touch. Isn't it strange and wonderful how God uses His people to share the Word and spread His love.
Goodbye, Herbie. We will miss you. May your soul rest in everlasting Peace.
P. S. Herbie, I look forward to seeing you, again, one day. Therefore, podner, keep your harmonica handy so you can play us a tune and I can do my little dance.
August Doiron (1884 - 1945)
Earline Gladys Butler Deron (1910 - 1938)
Catherine Earline Deron Spears (1927 - 1992)*
Pierre Deron (1930 - 1994)*
Herbert Deron (1935 - 2009)
Baby of August Deron (1938 - 1938)*
Green Oak Cemetery
GPS (lat/lon): 30.525, -92.8383
Maintained by: Colonel Don Ladner
Originally Created by: VERNA
Record added: Dec 10, 2009
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