you've been reading our thoughts on how to handle the end of life, you
probably gathered that we don't
believe we need to stick with too many rules. Here is an obituary that
broke the rules. It certainly
was personal to those who knew Jim Schinneller and made others like us
wish we had known him.
Here is an article
from AP that explains:
From the Billings Gazette
Twyla Daun (Chell) Picard
April 14, 1952 – Sept. 17, 2015
This is the
story of Twyla Daun (Chell) Picard. Twyla was a wonderful woman that was
loved, is missed, and will always be cherished. Our “Nana,”
as she liked to be called by her grandchildren, “Honey,” as
she was called by Tawny when she was little, was an amazing wife, mom,
daughter, and a baker of buns like no other could be.
Twyla’s story starts on April 14, 1952, the oldest child to Harvey
and Josephine Chell. Twyla was born in Webster, S. D. When Twyla was still
little Harvey and Jo moved their small family to Froid, where Twyla would
spend her childhood, grow up, make many lifelong friends, and go to school.
She was very proud to be a Froid Cardinal and would always point them
out when she was lucky enough to see one. Froid is where she would meet
the love of her life, Samuel Lee Picard of Bainville. Twyla and “Sammy”
had a whirlwind romance and were married in the Lutheran church in Froid
on Aug. 16, 1969. Twyla and Sam spent many hardworking years on the family
farm north of Bainville and east of Froid. Twyla was renowned for her
cooking and baking skills. Twyla and Sam never had any trouble finding
help on the farm. Everyone always knew they would have plenty of homemade
delicious food to eat while they were there to work. Shay remembers many
many pans of buns coming out of the funny looking oven that Twyla baked
with in her kitchen, and always having a ham and cheese sandwich on one
of those buns to eat when he arrived from that long bus ride home from
school. Twyla could also get out and work the cattle and those damn sheep
and drive truck with best of them. She worked that farm very hard.
In 1983, after their daughter Tawny Jo was born, Twyla and Sam moved
their family to the “big city” of Billings. Twyla and Sam
bought Al’s Bootery and the Redwing shoe store.
They had many successful years selling western and work boots to the
people of Billings and the surrounding area. Twyla was pretty famous for
her knee high snake skin boots. Twyla and Sam also started a successful
residential construction company soon after moving to Billings that is
still going strong today. Everyone knew that when Twyla showed up on the
job site they had better have it cleaned up and better have things done
right. If you were going to do it halfassed you may as well not do it
Twyla loved to look at and be in the mountains of Montana. Twyla and
her family spent many days up and around Cooke City, Mont. Twyla and Sam
would always point out Pilot Index when they were on the way up there
and they had “their meadow” where they had many happy times
together. If there was anywhere Twyla loved to be with her family it was
in the mountains.
Twyla’s grand children were her heart and joy. There’s no
denying that, her grand babies as she called them, were the people that
she loved the most. Time spent at Nana’s house was very special
for her grand babies, and parents were discouraged from hanging out too
Loved ones that cleared the path for Twyla are her father Harvey Elroy
Chell, infant daughter Marie Ann Picard, and her sister Renette Chell.
Loved ones that will miss Twyla until they meet again are her husband
Samuel Lee Picard; her mother Josephine Chell; her daughter Tawny Jo Picard;
her son and daughter in-law Shay Christon Picard and Melissa Florence
Picard; and her grandchildren Dallas (Tooter Hopper) Shay Picard, Dawson
(Dawsey) Clay Picard, Daphne (Bunny) Dea Picard, Kyra MaKayla Eastwood,
Travis James Eastwood, Alex Tyler Hilario, and Lilly (Kitty) Caroline
Grace Hilario. Her brother Dwight Chell and her sister Becky Lubbers.
And so the story goes on until we see our Nana and our Honey again. We
love you and miss you Mom.
In lieu of flowers please make donations to the Arthritis Foundation
or to the charity of your choice in Twyla’s name.
Harry Weathersby Stamps' Obituary
When it came time to write her father's obituary, Amanda Lewis said, “I
don’t understand why people do a résumé for an obituary.
It never captures the spirit of the person. My dad had such a big spirit.
He had such a big personality. And I didn’t think listing where
he went to college and his résumé would do him justice.
I liked the idea of setting it up as kind of a contrast where at first
you think it’ll be a pretentious obituary — everyone’s
great when they die in an obituary — and then I tried to use what
would have been his sense of humor to describe my dad. And clearly it
worked. I was pleased with it.”
Here it is:
Harry Weathersby Stamps
December 19, 1932 -- March 9, 2013
Harry Weathersby Stamps, ladies' man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished
traveler, died on Saturday, March 9, 2013.
Harry was locally sourcing his food years before chefs in California
starting using cilantro and arugula (both of which he hated). For his
signature bacon and tomato sandwich, he procured 100% all white Bunny
Bread from Georgia, Blue Plate mayonnaise from New Orleans, Sauer's black
pepper from Virginia, home grown tomatoes from outside Oxford, and Tennessee's
Benton bacon from his bacon-of-the-month subscription. As a point of pride,
he purported to remember every meal he had eaten in his 80 years of life.
The women in his life were numerous. He particularly fancied smart women.
He loved his mom Wilma Hartzog (deceased), who with the help of her sisters
and cousins in New Hebron reared Harry after his father Walter's death
when Harry was 12. He worshipped his older sister Lynn Stamps Garner (deceased),
a character in her own right, and her daughter Lynda Lightsey of Hattiesburg.
He married his main squeeze Ann Moore, a home economics teacher, almost
50 years ago, with whom they had two girls Amanda Lewis of Dallas, and
Alison of Starkville. He taught them to fish, to select a quality hammer,
to love nature, and to just be thankful. He took great pride in stocking
their tool boxes. One of his regrets was not seeing his girl, Hillary
Clinton, elected President.
He had a life-long love affair with deviled eggs, Lane cakes, boiled
peanuts, Vienna [Vi-e-na] sausages on saltines, his homemade canned fig
preserves, pork chops, turnip greens, and buttermilk served in martini
glasses garnished with cornbread.
He excelled at growing camellias, rebuilding houses after hurricanes,
rocking, eradicating mole crickets from his front yard, composting pine
needles, living within his means, outsmarting squirrels, never losing
a game of competitive sickness, and reading any history book he could
get his hands on. He loved to use his oversized "old man" remote
control, which thankfully survived Hurricane Katrina, to flip between
watching The Barefoot Contessa and anything on The History Channel. He
took extreme pride in his two grandchildren Harper Lewis (8) and William
Stamps Lewis (6) of Dallas for whom he would crow like a rooster on their
phone calls. As a former government and sociology professor for Gulf Coast
Community College, Harry was thoroughly interested in politics and religion
and enjoyed watching politicians act like preachers and preachers act
like politicians. He was fond of saying a phrase he coined "I am
not running for political office or trying to get married" when he
was "speaking the truth." He also took pride in his service
during the Korean conflict, serving the rank of corporal--just like Napolean,
as he would say.
Harry took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was
all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit
of the Loom, his black-label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel
and sold exclusively at the Sam's on Highway 49, and a pair of old school
Wallabees (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always
paired with a grass-stained MSU baseball cap.
Harry traveled extensively. He only stayed in the finest quality AAA-rated
campgrounds, his favorite being Indian Creek outside Cherokee, North Carolina.
He always spent the extra money to upgrade to a creek view for his tent.
Many years later he purchased a used pop-up camper for his family to travel
in style, which spoiled his daughters for life.
He despised phonies, his 1969 Volvo (which he also loved), know-it-all
Yankees, Southerners who used the words "veranda" and "porte
cochere" to put on airs, eating grape leaves, Law and Order (all
franchises), cats, and Martha Stewart. In reverse order. He particularly
hated Day Light Saving Time, which he referred to as The Devil's Time.
It is not lost on his family that he died the very day that he would have
had to spring his clock forward. This can only be viewed as his final
Because of his irrational fear that his family would throw him a golf-themed
funeral despite his hatred for the sport, his family will hold a private,
family only service free of any type of "theme." Visitation
will be held at Bradford-O'Keefe Funeral Home, 15th Street, Gulfport on
Monday, March 11, 2013 from 6-8 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you make a donation to Mississippi
Gulf Coast Community College (Jeff Davis Campus) for their library. Harry
retired as Dean there and was very proud of his friends and the faculty.
He taught thousands and thousands of Mississippians during his life. The
family would also like to thank the Gulfport Railroad Center dialysis
staff who took great care of him and his caretaker Jameka Stribling.
Finally, the family asks that in honor of Harry that you write your Congressman
and ask for the repeal of Day Light Saving Time. Harry wanted everyone
to get back on the Lord's Time.
Clarence McCandless's Obituary
The sample obituary below is a bit more creative than most and is interesting to
read as well as giving a feel for Clarence McCandless's life.
North: Third-generation family farmer always busy on 400-acre spread
Sunday, November 14, 2004
By Alisha Hipwell
Clarence B. McCandless hated
to repair machinery, but he loved just about everything else about farming
-- especially riding the tractor.
"I don't think he would
ever have been satisfied if he'd had to give it up altogether, he'd been
farming so long," said his wife, Donna McCandless.
In Butler County, where residential
and commercial development is quickly replacing the family farm, Mr. McCandless'
farm in Center remains a link to the area's agricultural heritage.
Mr. McCandless, the third generation
of his family to farm the same land and a member of the Butler County
Farm Bureau, died Nov. 5 of complications from heart disease and diabetes
at the farm. He was 73.
Mr. McCandless was born in
1931 on the farm his grandfather started.
His father, Blair McCandless,
was disabled by arthritis, so Mr. McCandless learned to farm from his
uncle, the late Stanley McCandless, who lived with the family. He first
got on a tractor at age 7 and juggled his farm chores with his schooling.
Named the McCandless Potato
Farm, the 400-acre spread, situated half in Center and half in Franklin,
supplied potatoes to potato chip companies such as Troyer Farms and Frito-Lay.
The family left that business
about a decade ago when the market for potatoes fell, but Mr. McCandless
continued to raise beef cattle, hay, corn and oats.
"There was always something
to do. There was no retirement even in the winter time," his wife
When Mr. McCandless did take
a break from the rigors of the farm, he enjoyed attending NASCAR races
with his wife.
In 1996, the family's farm
was named a Century Farm by Butler County and the Pennsylvania Department
of Agriculture, a recognition given to farms owned and operated by the
same family for more than 100 consecutive years.
Donna McCandless said their
son, Lee McCandless, of Center, plans to take over, ensuring that a fourth
generation of the family will work the land.
In addition to his wife and
son, Mr. McCandless is survived by three other sons, David McCandless,
of the Hilliards section of Washington, Butler County, Ronny McCandless,
of Fawn Grove, York County, and Robert McCandless, of Franklin, Butler
County; a daughter, Darla Marks, also of Franklin; a brother, Darrell
McCandless, also of Franklin; a sister, Helen Blanche Tribby, of Mesa,
Ariz.; and 14 grandchildren.
A funeral was held
Wednesday in Edward L. Raisley Funeral Home in Prospect. Interment was
in Unionville Cemetery.
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