Arthur M. Myers, age 91, of Kansas City, MO, died on March 19,2020, at the Kansas City Hospice House.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
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Below info provide by Member # 47693035 on Apr 11, 2020
Arthur M. Myers, age 91, of Kansas City, MO, died on March 19,2020, at the Kansas City Hospice House.
Arthur was born in Fairmount, MO, on May 05, 1928, to Arthur and Cecil 'Elliott' Myers.
Arthur graduated from Coal High School in Coal, Mo, he served his country during World War II in the Army Air Corp, as a B17 bombardier. He worked the United States Post Office until retirement. Then worked over 20 years with Kansas City Royals as a vault manager. He was involved with Kansas City Athletics baseball team, as well as the Kansas City Chiefs.
Arthur married Dorothy Turner on January 28, 1951, in Bolivar, MO. They celebrated their 69th wedding anniversary this year. His daughter Gloria, and son Terry, have given two very informative tributes to the man they call Dad!
You see, Dad was loved by all ages in all walks of life. He knew no stranger and was the kindest, most humble man I ever knew. He loved Jesus with all his heart and my earliest memory is sitting on his lap hearing the stories of Jesus and how God made rain so the flowers would grow, how poppa wren knew how to build 2 nests for momma wren to pick one and how momma bird knew from God how to feed and care for each little bird. Daddy explained to me before I even started kindergarten every creature was loved by our Heavenly Father just like my Daddy loved me.
Dad often took Terry and me on walks in the country whenever we were in Clinton visiting our grandparents and other family members. Daddy loved to hunt and fish when we were at our Aunt Mayme and Uncle Mark's farm in Huntingdale. Dad made it a point to show us how to slip through the woods or sit by a pond without disturbing nature. He taught me to look at the stars with great respect for the Creator.
He taught us one of his favorite verses very early in our lives "Be Still and Know that I am God." Psalm 46:10He loved to work in his garden, he hummed the song "In the Garden" while he was out there. I thought he could whistle very well and liked to hear him sing, but he never felt like he had a very good voice. I always told Daddy, the Lord said make a joyful noise, He didn't say you have to be in tune. We would laugh together at that. He taught me to be patient when working with jigsaw puzzles, "don't force it" he would say and although he didn't show it too often he had a temper. I remember once Terry and I locked him out of the car when a do it yourself early coin operated car wash started and he got a bit sudsy, it wasn't very funny at the time, but of course, my lil brother and I got into trouble together, it was ALWAYS my fault, HAHA.
Dad worked with all the neighborhood friends, took us all on sleigh rides down the big hill we lived on. All my grade school friends knew they could count on him helping us with school projects and when we played outside until dark, it was in our backyard, catching lightening bugs, etc. Dad would show off for my friends when we were trying to learn how to do acrobats. He not only could do handstands, he walked around the yard on his hands while his feet were up there. None of us could do that or jump over our own foot against a wall for crying out loud.
He loved picnics, fireworks, playing ball with us outside, and spraying me with the hose when I was sunbathing, NOT FUNNY. He loved to make homemade ice cream and grill hamburgers and hotdogs for EVERYONE!
His grandkids affectionately remember him building fires in the backyard for hotdog and marshmallow roasts, this was probably against the city ordinance, but the firemen all knew Dad and Spencer for that matter. Spencer especially got a kick out of this as well as when Grandad would give them all rides in the tractor. Mom and Dad loved to hide Easter eggs, and whenever Adler, Glen and Katie were too grown up to do it, Dad and Mom still made it fun for Spencer.
Dad lost his father at age 3 or 4 and his mother at 12 so he really enjoyed along with our mom trying to be the kind of parents he wished he had. He was raised by very loving grandparents who taught him to love God and respect all people, good influence from his two older brothers, Harold and Jim. His mother and father -in-law who loved him like a son and The Mobley's who were very dear to him, like another set of grandparents to Terry and me.
He loved the mountains and the wheat fields before we got to the mountains. Loved National Parks, especially Rock Mountain, Yellowstone. He loved horses, dogs, even had a pet squirrel that was named "Little Guy." He loved to read, especially the Classic Westerns and enjoyed movies of westerns, Jimmie Stewart, John Wayne. Just last year whenever Jeff and I took Dad and mom to see the original True Grit on the big AMC screen, Daddy was so cute. He said, "I think I know him!" when John Wayne came riding like "the one eyed fat man" and Jeff said, yes Milton, I think you do! Terry and I saw him studying his Bible at home and he lived what he believed.
When I was afraid of a thunderstorm once, he said, "The good Lord will take care of us." and to this day I really enjoy thunder and rainstorms, I can feel God's pleasure in them. Daddy taught 5th grade boy's Sunday School at SPBC from the time I was in 5th grade and for many years following. Those same boys became the men who are the prayer warriors in my life to this day and he loved them all.
My father loved the Lord, family, country, gardening and hunting.
He enjoyed reading and writing poetry. His older brothers would tell, as a child he could often be seen, standing on a box giving a sermon to the cattle. So much he was named Parson.
When taking me hunting, he would have me go ahead as he sat against a tree stating "I am still and know God." (Psalms 46:10) He loved all of nature, animals and his beloved Rockies.
He was glad to have served his country and never missed a day flying the flag. Relating his time as a B17 bombardier, he would often share words of encouragement.
Whenever we were nervous about a presentation or recital, he would tell us, "it's okay to have butterflies, just keep them flying in formation."
He instilled a strong work ethic, asking us to give an honest days work, and he didn't care which 12 hours it was.Finally, when ever we left the house he would always say "remember who you are, you're Arts kids." He thought the words to one of his favorite songs was a pretty good way to live life on the journey to heaven.
"Comin' in on a wing and a prayer, with our full crew onboard and our trust in the Lord, we're coming in on a wing and a prayer."
Arthur is survived by his wife, Dorothy; daughter Gloria (Jeff) Roberts, son Terry (Kathy) Myers; grandchildren Spencer Samuel, Glen William, Adler Christian (Anna), Katie Lynn; nephews Gary Ray, Dennis Michael; cousin Carolyn Louise Hahn; many family and friends.
He was proceeded in death by his mother and father, Arthur and Cecil Lenona Myers; brothers Harold Elliot, James Lee; grandson Foster Gabriel.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
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Below info provide by Member # 47693035 on Apr 11, 2020
Arthur M. Myers, age 91, of Kansas City, MO, died on March 19,2020, at the Kansas City Hospice House.
Arthur was born in Fairmount, MO, on May 05, 1928, to Arthur and Cecil 'Elliott' Myers.
Arthur graduated from Coal High School in Coal, Mo, he served his country during World War II in the Army Air Corp, as a B17 bombardier. He worked the United States Post Office until retirement. Then worked over 20 years with Kansas City Royals as a vault manager. He was involved with Kansas City Athletics baseball team, as well as the Kansas City Chiefs.
Arthur married Dorothy Turner on January 28, 1951, in Bolivar, MO. They celebrated their 69th wedding anniversary this year. His daughter Gloria, and son Terry, have given two very informative tributes to the man they call Dad!
You see, Dad was loved by all ages in all walks of life. He knew no stranger and was the kindest, most humble man I ever knew. He loved Jesus with all his heart and my earliest memory is sitting on his lap hearing the stories of Jesus and how God made rain so the flowers would grow, how poppa wren knew how to build 2 nests for momma wren to pick one and how momma bird knew from God how to feed and care for each little bird. Daddy explained to me before I even started kindergarten every creature was loved by our Heavenly Father just like my Daddy loved me.
Dad often took Terry and me on walks in the country whenever we were in Clinton visiting our grandparents and other family members. Daddy loved to hunt and fish when we were at our Aunt Mayme and Uncle Mark's farm in Huntingdale. Dad made it a point to show us how to slip through the woods or sit by a pond without disturbing nature. He taught me to look at the stars with great respect for the Creator.
He taught us one of his favorite verses very early in our lives "Be Still and Know that I am God." Psalm 46:10He loved to work in his garden, he hummed the song "In the Garden" while he was out there. I thought he could whistle very well and liked to hear him sing, but he never felt like he had a very good voice. I always told Daddy, the Lord said make a joyful noise, He didn't say you have to be in tune. We would laugh together at that. He taught me to be patient when working with jigsaw puzzles, "don't force it" he would say and although he didn't show it too often he had a temper. I remember once Terry and I locked him out of the car when a do it yourself early coin operated car wash started and he got a bit sudsy, it wasn't very funny at the time, but of course, my lil brother and I got into trouble together, it was ALWAYS my fault, HAHA.
Dad worked with all the neighborhood friends, took us all on sleigh rides down the big hill we lived on. All my grade school friends knew they could count on him helping us with school projects and when we played outside until dark, it was in our backyard, catching lightening bugs, etc. Dad would show off for my friends when we were trying to learn how to do acrobats. He not only could do handstands, he walked around the yard on his hands while his feet were up there. None of us could do that or jump over our own foot against a wall for crying out loud.
He loved picnics, fireworks, playing ball with us outside, and spraying me with the hose when I was sunbathing, NOT FUNNY. He loved to make homemade ice cream and grill hamburgers and hotdogs for EVERYONE!
His grandkids affectionately remember him building fires in the backyard for hotdog and marshmallow roasts, this was probably against the city ordinance, but the firemen all knew Dad and Spencer for that matter. Spencer especially got a kick out of this as well as when Grandad would give them all rides in the tractor. Mom and Dad loved to hide Easter eggs, and whenever Adler, Glen and Katie were too grown up to do it, Dad and Mom still made it fun for Spencer.
Dad lost his father at age 3 or 4 and his mother at 12 so he really enjoyed along with our mom trying to be the kind of parents he wished he had. He was raised by very loving grandparents who taught him to love God and respect all people, good influence from his two older brothers, Harold and Jim. His mother and father -in-law who loved him like a son and The Mobley's who were very dear to him, like another set of grandparents to Terry and me.
He loved the mountains and the wheat fields before we got to the mountains. Loved National Parks, especially Rock Mountain, Yellowstone. He loved horses, dogs, even had a pet squirrel that was named "Little Guy." He loved to read, especially the Classic Westerns and enjoyed movies of westerns, Jimmie Stewart, John Wayne. Just last year whenever Jeff and I took Dad and mom to see the original True Grit on the big AMC screen, Daddy was so cute. He said, "I think I know him!" when John Wayne came riding like "the one eyed fat man" and Jeff said, yes Milton, I think you do! Terry and I saw him studying his Bible at home and he lived what he believed.
When I was afraid of a thunderstorm once, he said, "The good Lord will take care of us." and to this day I really enjoy thunder and rainstorms, I can feel God's pleasure in them. Daddy taught 5th grade boy's Sunday School at SPBC from the time I was in 5th grade and for many years following. Those same boys became the men who are the prayer warriors in my life to this day and he loved them all.
My father loved the Lord, family, country, gardening and hunting.
He enjoyed reading and writing poetry. His older brothers would tell, as a child he could often be seen, standing on a box giving a sermon to the cattle. So much he was named Parson.
When taking me hunting, he would have me go ahead as he sat against a tree stating "I am still and know God." (Psalms 46:10) He loved all of nature, animals and his beloved Rockies.
He was glad to have served his country and never missed a day flying the flag. Relating his time as a B17 bombardier, he would often share words of encouragement.
Whenever we were nervous about a presentation or recital, he would tell us, "it's okay to have butterflies, just keep them flying in formation."
He instilled a strong work ethic, asking us to give an honest days work, and he didn't care which 12 hours it was.Finally, when ever we left the house he would always say "remember who you are, you're Arts kids." He thought the words to one of his favorite songs was a pretty good way to live life on the journey to heaven.
"Comin' in on a wing and a prayer, with our full crew onboard and our trust in the Lord, we're coming in on a wing and a prayer."
Arthur is survived by his wife, Dorothy; daughter Gloria (Jeff) Roberts, son Terry (Kathy) Myers; grandchildren Spencer Samuel, Glen William, Adler Christian (Anna), Katie Lynn; nephews Gary Ray, Dennis Michael; cousin Carolyn Louise Hahn; many family and friends.
He was proceeded in death by his mother and father, Arthur and Cecil Lenona Myers; brothers Harold Elliot, James Lee; grandson Foster Gabriel.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
Arthur M. Myers, age 91, of Kansas City, MO, died on March 19,2020, at the Kansas City Hospice House.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
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Below info provide by Member # 47693035 on Apr 11, 2020
Arthur M. Myers, age 91, of Kansas City, MO, died on March 19,2020, at the Kansas City Hospice House.
Arthur was born in Fairmount, MO, on May 05, 1928, to Arthur and Cecil 'Elliott' Myers.
Arthur graduated from Coal High School in Coal, Mo, he served his country during World War II in the Army Air Corp, as a B17 bombardier. He worked the United States Post Office until retirement. Then worked over 20 years with Kansas City Royals as a vault manager. He was involved with Kansas City Athletics baseball team, as well as the Kansas City Chiefs.
Arthur married Dorothy Turner on January 28, 1951, in Bolivar, MO. They celebrated their 69th wedding anniversary this year. His daughter Gloria, and son Terry, have given two very informative tributes to the man they call Dad!
You see, Dad was loved by all ages in all walks of life. He knew no stranger and was the kindest, most humble man I ever knew. He loved Jesus with all his heart and my earliest memory is sitting on his lap hearing the stories of Jesus and how God made rain so the flowers would grow, how poppa wren knew how to build 2 nests for momma wren to pick one and how momma bird knew from God how to feed and care for each little bird. Daddy explained to me before I even started kindergarten every creature was loved by our Heavenly Father just like my Daddy loved me.
Dad often took Terry and me on walks in the country whenever we were in Clinton visiting our grandparents and other family members. Daddy loved to hunt and fish when we were at our Aunt Mayme and Uncle Mark's farm in Huntingdale. Dad made it a point to show us how to slip through the woods or sit by a pond without disturbing nature. He taught me to look at the stars with great respect for the Creator.
He taught us one of his favorite verses very early in our lives "Be Still and Know that I am God." Psalm 46:10He loved to work in his garden, he hummed the song "In the Garden" while he was out there. I thought he could whistle very well and liked to hear him sing, but he never felt like he had a very good voice. I always told Daddy, the Lord said make a joyful noise, He didn't say you have to be in tune. We would laugh together at that. He taught me to be patient when working with jigsaw puzzles, "don't force it" he would say and although he didn't show it too often he had a temper. I remember once Terry and I locked him out of the car when a do it yourself early coin operated car wash started and he got a bit sudsy, it wasn't very funny at the time, but of course, my lil brother and I got into trouble together, it was ALWAYS my fault, HAHA.
Dad worked with all the neighborhood friends, took us all on sleigh rides down the big hill we lived on. All my grade school friends knew they could count on him helping us with school projects and when we played outside until dark, it was in our backyard, catching lightening bugs, etc. Dad would show off for my friends when we were trying to learn how to do acrobats. He not only could do handstands, he walked around the yard on his hands while his feet were up there. None of us could do that or jump over our own foot against a wall for crying out loud.
He loved picnics, fireworks, playing ball with us outside, and spraying me with the hose when I was sunbathing, NOT FUNNY. He loved to make homemade ice cream and grill hamburgers and hotdogs for EVERYONE!
His grandkids affectionately remember him building fires in the backyard for hotdog and marshmallow roasts, this was probably against the city ordinance, but the firemen all knew Dad and Spencer for that matter. Spencer especially got a kick out of this as well as when Grandad would give them all rides in the tractor. Mom and Dad loved to hide Easter eggs, and whenever Adler, Glen and Katie were too grown up to do it, Dad and Mom still made it fun for Spencer.
Dad lost his father at age 3 or 4 and his mother at 12 so he really enjoyed along with our mom trying to be the kind of parents he wished he had. He was raised by very loving grandparents who taught him to love God and respect all people, good influence from his two older brothers, Harold and Jim. His mother and father -in-law who loved him like a son and The Mobley's who were very dear to him, like another set of grandparents to Terry and me.
He loved the mountains and the wheat fields before we got to the mountains. Loved National Parks, especially Rock Mountain, Yellowstone. He loved horses, dogs, even had a pet squirrel that was named "Little Guy." He loved to read, especially the Classic Westerns and enjoyed movies of westerns, Jimmie Stewart, John Wayne. Just last year whenever Jeff and I took Dad and mom to see the original True Grit on the big AMC screen, Daddy was so cute. He said, "I think I know him!" when John Wayne came riding like "the one eyed fat man" and Jeff said, yes Milton, I think you do! Terry and I saw him studying his Bible at home and he lived what he believed.
When I was afraid of a thunderstorm once, he said, "The good Lord will take care of us." and to this day I really enjoy thunder and rainstorms, I can feel God's pleasure in them. Daddy taught 5th grade boy's Sunday School at SPBC from the time I was in 5th grade and for many years following. Those same boys became the men who are the prayer warriors in my life to this day and he loved them all.
My father loved the Lord, family, country, gardening and hunting.
He enjoyed reading and writing poetry. His older brothers would tell, as a child he could often be seen, standing on a box giving a sermon to the cattle. So much he was named Parson.
When taking me hunting, he would have me go ahead as he sat against a tree stating "I am still and know God." (Psalms 46:10) He loved all of nature, animals and his beloved Rockies.
He was glad to have served his country and never missed a day flying the flag. Relating his time as a B17 bombardier, he would often share words of encouragement.
Whenever we were nervous about a presentation or recital, he would tell us, "it's okay to have butterflies, just keep them flying in formation."
He instilled a strong work ethic, asking us to give an honest days work, and he didn't care which 12 hours it was.Finally, when ever we left the house he would always say "remember who you are, you're Arts kids." He thought the words to one of his favorite songs was a pretty good way to live life on the journey to heaven.
"Comin' in on a wing and a prayer, with our full crew onboard and our trust in the Lord, we're coming in on a wing and a prayer."
Arthur is survived by his wife, Dorothy; daughter Gloria (Jeff) Roberts, son Terry (Kathy) Myers; grandchildren Spencer Samuel, Glen William, Adler Christian (Anna), Katie Lynn; nephews Gary Ray, Dennis Michael; cousin Carolyn Louise Hahn; many family and friends.
He was proceeded in death by his mother and father, Arthur and Cecil Lenona Myers; brothers Harold Elliot, James Lee; grandson Foster Gabriel.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
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Below info provide by Member # 47693035 on Apr 11, 2020
Arthur M. Myers, age 91, of Kansas City, MO, died on March 19,2020, at the Kansas City Hospice House.
Arthur was born in Fairmount, MO, on May 05, 1928, to Arthur and Cecil 'Elliott' Myers.
Arthur graduated from Coal High School in Coal, Mo, he served his country during World War II in the Army Air Corp, as a B17 bombardier. He worked the United States Post Office until retirement. Then worked over 20 years with Kansas City Royals as a vault manager. He was involved with Kansas City Athletics baseball team, as well as the Kansas City Chiefs.
Arthur married Dorothy Turner on January 28, 1951, in Bolivar, MO. They celebrated their 69th wedding anniversary this year. His daughter Gloria, and son Terry, have given two very informative tributes to the man they call Dad!
You see, Dad was loved by all ages in all walks of life. He knew no stranger and was the kindest, most humble man I ever knew. He loved Jesus with all his heart and my earliest memory is sitting on his lap hearing the stories of Jesus and how God made rain so the flowers would grow, how poppa wren knew how to build 2 nests for momma wren to pick one and how momma bird knew from God how to feed and care for each little bird. Daddy explained to me before I even started kindergarten every creature was loved by our Heavenly Father just like my Daddy loved me.
Dad often took Terry and me on walks in the country whenever we were in Clinton visiting our grandparents and other family members. Daddy loved to hunt and fish when we were at our Aunt Mayme and Uncle Mark's farm in Huntingdale. Dad made it a point to show us how to slip through the woods or sit by a pond without disturbing nature. He taught me to look at the stars with great respect for the Creator.
He taught us one of his favorite verses very early in our lives "Be Still and Know that I am God." Psalm 46:10He loved to work in his garden, he hummed the song "In the Garden" while he was out there. I thought he could whistle very well and liked to hear him sing, but he never felt like he had a very good voice. I always told Daddy, the Lord said make a joyful noise, He didn't say you have to be in tune. We would laugh together at that. He taught me to be patient when working with jigsaw puzzles, "don't force it" he would say and although he didn't show it too often he had a temper. I remember once Terry and I locked him out of the car when a do it yourself early coin operated car wash started and he got a bit sudsy, it wasn't very funny at the time, but of course, my lil brother and I got into trouble together, it was ALWAYS my fault, HAHA.
Dad worked with all the neighborhood friends, took us all on sleigh rides down the big hill we lived on. All my grade school friends knew they could count on him helping us with school projects and when we played outside until dark, it was in our backyard, catching lightening bugs, etc. Dad would show off for my friends when we were trying to learn how to do acrobats. He not only could do handstands, he walked around the yard on his hands while his feet were up there. None of us could do that or jump over our own foot against a wall for crying out loud.
He loved picnics, fireworks, playing ball with us outside, and spraying me with the hose when I was sunbathing, NOT FUNNY. He loved to make homemade ice cream and grill hamburgers and hotdogs for EVERYONE!
His grandkids affectionately remember him building fires in the backyard for hotdog and marshmallow roasts, this was probably against the city ordinance, but the firemen all knew Dad and Spencer for that matter. Spencer especially got a kick out of this as well as when Grandad would give them all rides in the tractor. Mom and Dad loved to hide Easter eggs, and whenever Adler, Glen and Katie were too grown up to do it, Dad and Mom still made it fun for Spencer.
Dad lost his father at age 3 or 4 and his mother at 12 so he really enjoyed along with our mom trying to be the kind of parents he wished he had. He was raised by very loving grandparents who taught him to love God and respect all people, good influence from his two older brothers, Harold and Jim. His mother and father -in-law who loved him like a son and The Mobley's who were very dear to him, like another set of grandparents to Terry and me.
He loved the mountains and the wheat fields before we got to the mountains. Loved National Parks, especially Rock Mountain, Yellowstone. He loved horses, dogs, even had a pet squirrel that was named "Little Guy." He loved to read, especially the Classic Westerns and enjoyed movies of westerns, Jimmie Stewart, John Wayne. Just last year whenever Jeff and I took Dad and mom to see the original True Grit on the big AMC screen, Daddy was so cute. He said, "I think I know him!" when John Wayne came riding like "the one eyed fat man" and Jeff said, yes Milton, I think you do! Terry and I saw him studying his Bible at home and he lived what he believed.
When I was afraid of a thunderstorm once, he said, "The good Lord will take care of us." and to this day I really enjoy thunder and rainstorms, I can feel God's pleasure in them. Daddy taught 5th grade boy's Sunday School at SPBC from the time I was in 5th grade and for many years following. Those same boys became the men who are the prayer warriors in my life to this day and he loved them all.
My father loved the Lord, family, country, gardening and hunting.
He enjoyed reading and writing poetry. His older brothers would tell, as a child he could often be seen, standing on a box giving a sermon to the cattle. So much he was named Parson.
When taking me hunting, he would have me go ahead as he sat against a tree stating "I am still and know God." (Psalms 46:10) He loved all of nature, animals and his beloved Rockies.
He was glad to have served his country and never missed a day flying the flag. Relating his time as a B17 bombardier, he would often share words of encouragement.
Whenever we were nervous about a presentation or recital, he would tell us, "it's okay to have butterflies, just keep them flying in formation."
He instilled a strong work ethic, asking us to give an honest days work, and he didn't care which 12 hours it was.Finally, when ever we left the house he would always say "remember who you are, you're Arts kids." He thought the words to one of his favorite songs was a pretty good way to live life on the journey to heaven.
"Comin' in on a wing and a prayer, with our full crew onboard and our trust in the Lord, we're coming in on a wing and a prayer."
Arthur is survived by his wife, Dorothy; daughter Gloria (Jeff) Roberts, son Terry (Kathy) Myers; grandchildren Spencer Samuel, Glen William, Adler Christian (Anna), Katie Lynn; nephews Gary Ray, Dennis Michael; cousin Carolyn Louise Hahn; many family and friends.
He was proceeded in death by his mother and father, Arthur and Cecil Lenona Myers; brothers Harold Elliot, James Lee; grandson Foster Gabriel.
Graveside Service will be held at Englewood Cemetery on Wednesday, March 25, 2020, at 1:00 PM.
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