John L. Miller, 94, of Lafayette, died at 8:18 p.m. Thursday, Sept. 23, 2010, at Digby House. He was born on May 21, 1916, in Lafayette, and was the son of the late James L. and Nellie P. Johnson Miller. He graduated from Stockwell High School in 1935. On Oct. 16, 1935, he married FlorenceContinue Reading
Jacqueline Martin
left a message on September 27, 2010:
Dear Wayne, Kathy, Merle, Larry, Linda, Bonnie, Dave and Tom,
Greatly saddened to hear Uncle Leonard has passed. I have been babysitting my grandchildren all weekend, so the downhearted news just reached me tonight. I am especially pleased Kathy and I saw him this summer so he could tell me one more time that I still talk too much and too loud. Imagine that. One of the best parts of my summer was spent sitting in Merle?s truck with Kathy in the field he planted where we used to hike for hours to bring him fresh sweetened tea from Aunt Florence. The distance sure has shortened in the last 50 years.
I have so many happy memories of times spent at the gravel pit, watching Pa and Ma Kettle on the side of WEA school and driving in the old red truck that I will always remember Uncle Toots. We had such fun telling different stories as to why he acquired such an attractive name. He is probably the one person who loved ?Squaw?s ham salad as much as I did? . In fact if it had not been for Uncle Leonard, I would not be on this Earth today. Family members will know what I mean.
I am so sorry that I will not be able to attend the service tomorrow. Of course I will pay tribute to him at the appropriate time by eating some pecans, sweet pickles and sweet corn on the cob. My tomatoes froze on the vines last week or I would add them to the wilted lettuce salad if I could. A double chocolate sundae will be our dessert and I will try not to eat any of Uncle Leonard?s share.
My prayers, thoughts and hugs to all of you. Each of you has inherited either genetically or by marriage many of his finer qualities. I envy you for being able to spend so much time with this wonderful man.
Love, Crazy Cousin Jacque in Calgary
Greatly saddened to hear Uncle Leonard has passed. I have been babysitting my grandchildren all weekend, so the downhearted news just reached me tonight. I am especially pleased Kathy and I saw him this summer so he could tell me one more time that I still talk too much and too loud. Imagine that. One of the best parts of my summer was spent sitting in Merle?s truck with Kathy in the field he planted where we used to hike for hours to bring him fresh sweetened tea from Aunt Florence. The distance sure has shortened in the last 50 years.
I have so many happy memories of times spent at the gravel pit, watching Pa and Ma Kettle on the side of WEA school and driving in the old red truck that I will always remember Uncle Toots. We had such fun telling different stories as to why he acquired such an attractive name. He is probably the one person who loved ?Squaw?s ham salad as much as I did? . In fact if it had not been for Uncle Leonard, I would not be on this Earth today. Family members will know what I mean.
I am so sorry that I will not be able to attend the service tomorrow. Of course I will pay tribute to him at the appropriate time by eating some pecans, sweet pickles and sweet corn on the cob. My tomatoes froze on the vines last week or I would add them to the wilted lettuce salad if I could. A double chocolate sundae will be our dessert and I will try not to eat any of Uncle Leonard?s share.
My prayers, thoughts and hugs to all of you. Each of you has inherited either genetically or by marriage many of his finer qualities. I envy you for being able to spend so much time with this wonderful man.
Love, Crazy Cousin Jacque in Calgary
Rhonda (Bond) Heuer
left a message on September 27, 2010:
My favorite memory of Uncle Leonard was as a child . . . . he was a tower of a man that made me eat the crust on my sandwiches. Mom always gave me my sandwiches with the crusts removed. I tried to explain this but apparently the topic wasn?t up for discussion. He told me that I couldn?t get up from the table until the crust was gone. Now he meant ?eaten? but I wanted ?gone?. After what seemed like an eternity he finally left the kitchen. I waited long enough to make sure he wouldn?t return, then got up from the table with my crust and threw it out the door! The crust was gone - and I got up to play. The problem was that I didn?t throw the crust outside ? I threw it into the basement and actually hit Uncle Leonard! He came back upstairs, asked me if I had eaten my crust and when I told him ?yes?, he pulled his hand from behind his back and showed me my crust. I think I would have been terrified at that point but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. Like Karen always said, ?He?s just a big softy?!
He was much loved and will be missed!
In honor and loving memory of John L Miller, the Bond family made a donation to the Alzheimer?s Association on his behalf.
He was much loved and will be missed!
In honor and loving memory of John L Miller, the Bond family made a donation to the Alzheimer?s Association on his behalf.
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Jacqueline Martin
left a message on September 27, 2010:
Dear Wayne, Kathy, Merle, Larry, Linda, Bonnie, Dave and Tom,
Greatly saddened to hear Uncle Leonard has passed. I have been babysitting my grandchildren all weekend, so the downhearted news just reached me tonight. I am especially pleased Kathy and I saw him this summer so he could tell me one more time that I still talk too much and too loud. Imagine that. One of the best parts of my summer was spent sitting in Merle?s truck with Kathy in the field he planted where we used to hike for hours to bring him fresh sweetened tea from Aunt Florence. The distance sure has shortened in the last 50 years.
I have so many happy memories of times spent at the gravel pit, watching Pa and Ma Kettle on the side of WEA school and driving in the old red truck that I will always remember Uncle Toots. We had such fun telling different stories as to why he acquired such an attractive name. He is probably the one person who loved ?Squaw?s ham salad as much as I did? . In fact if it had not been for Uncle Leonard, I would not be on this Earth today. Family members will know what I mean.
I am so sorry that I will not be able to attend the service tomorrow. Of course I will pay tribute to him at the appropriate time by eating some pecans, sweet pickles and sweet corn on the cob. My tomatoes froze on the vines last week or I would add them to the wilted lettuce salad if I could. A double chocolate sundae will be our dessert and I will try not to eat any of Uncle Leonard?s share.
My prayers, thoughts and hugs to all of you. Each of you has inherited either genetically or by marriage many of his finer qualities. I envy you for being able to spend so much time with this wonderful man.
Love, Crazy Cousin Jacque in Calgary
Greatly saddened to hear Uncle Leonard has passed. I have been babysitting my grandchildren all weekend, so the downhearted news just reached me tonight. I am especially pleased Kathy and I saw him this summer so he could tell me one more time that I still talk too much and too loud. Imagine that. One of the best parts of my summer was spent sitting in Merle?s truck with Kathy in the field he planted where we used to hike for hours to bring him fresh sweetened tea from Aunt Florence. The distance sure has shortened in the last 50 years.
I have so many happy memories of times spent at the gravel pit, watching Pa and Ma Kettle on the side of WEA school and driving in the old red truck that I will always remember Uncle Toots. We had such fun telling different stories as to why he acquired such an attractive name. He is probably the one person who loved ?Squaw?s ham salad as much as I did? . In fact if it had not been for Uncle Leonard, I would not be on this Earth today. Family members will know what I mean.
I am so sorry that I will not be able to attend the service tomorrow. Of course I will pay tribute to him at the appropriate time by eating some pecans, sweet pickles and sweet corn on the cob. My tomatoes froze on the vines last week or I would add them to the wilted lettuce salad if I could. A double chocolate sundae will be our dessert and I will try not to eat any of Uncle Leonard?s share.
My prayers, thoughts and hugs to all of you. Each of you has inherited either genetically or by marriage many of his finer qualities. I envy you for being able to spend so much time with this wonderful man.
Love, Crazy Cousin Jacque in Calgary
Rhonda (Bond) Heuer
left a message on September 27, 2010:
My favorite memory of Uncle Leonard was as a child . . . . he was a tower of a man that made me eat the crust on my sandwiches. Mom always gave me my sandwiches with the crusts removed. I tried to explain this but apparently the topic wasn?t up for discussion. He told me that I couldn?t get up from the table until the crust was gone. Now he meant ?eaten? but I wanted ?gone?. After what seemed like an eternity he finally left the kitchen. I waited long enough to make sure he wouldn?t return, then got up from the table with my crust and threw it out the door! The crust was gone - and I got up to play. The problem was that I didn?t throw the crust outside ? I threw it into the basement and actually hit Uncle Leonard! He came back upstairs, asked me if I had eaten my crust and when I told him ?yes?, he pulled his hand from behind his back and showed me my crust. I think I would have been terrified at that point but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. Like Karen always said, ?He?s just a big softy?!
He was much loved and will be missed!
In honor and loving memory of John L Miller, the Bond family made a donation to the Alzheimer?s Association on his behalf.
He was much loved and will be missed!
In honor and loving memory of John L Miller, the Bond family made a donation to the Alzheimer?s Association on his behalf.
left a message:
Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.