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F. Marion Ory | Visitation:
Monday, March 2, 2009
5:00 PM until 7:00 PM
Kuhn Funeral Home
140 NW 2nd St.
Earlham, IA 50072
Visitation:
Monday, March 2, 2009
5:00 PM until 7:00 PM
Family to greet friends
Prayer service at 7:00 pm
Service:
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
10:30 AM
Kuhn Funeral Home
140 NW 2nd St.
Earlham, IA 50072
Special Services:
Burial in Fairview Cemetery, South of DeSoto, IA
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Marion Ory, youngest child of William Ward (W. W.) and Hazel M. (Cochran) Ory was born March 2, 1919 on the farm near Earlham in Madison County, Iowa He completed his journey of life on earth Saturday morning February 28, 2009. Marion married Dorothy L. Wolfe on June 11, 1938. When Marion graduated from DeSoto high School, he told Dorothy he would "wait for her to graduate" and then they would be married. Together, Marion and Dorothy raised 5 sons on the same farm where Marion was born. They celebrated 70 years of marriage in June 2008. They were partners in building a cow/calf operation and both were recognized as Madison County Cattleman of the year and Madison County Cowbelle of the year. He enjoyed riding his horse around the farm to check on the cattle and survey the fences. He was known in the neighborhood for always having a spade in his hand in the event he came upon a thistle! During the summer, there was always hay to be baled. Later, when age and health dictated, he enjoyed driving around the countryside looking at cattle and nature in general. He always liked traveling to the sand hills in Nebraska, attending cattle auctions and visiting with the many friends he made in the business. He was a member of the DeSoto United Methodist Church in DeSoto, Iowa. Marion is survived by his wife Dorothy, sons Larry (Yvonne) and William (Judie) of Earlham, Jack (Kathy) of Overland Park, KS, Dennis (JoAnn) of Rocky Comfort, MO, and David (RoAnne) of Harrisonville, MO, 15 grandchildren, 22 great-grandchildren, 2 step-grandchildren and 4 step-great-grandchildren, and 2 sisters-in-law. He was preceded in death by his parents, sister (Opal Smith) and an infant sister. Memorials may be made to the Middle River Hospice, Earlham Fire and Rescue or DeSoto United Methodist Church.
In Loving Memory of
F. Marion Ory
Age 89
Born March 2, 1919 - Madison County, Iowa
Died February 28, 2009 - Winterset, Iowa
FUNERAL SERVICE
10:30 am March 3, 2009
Kuhn Funeral Home - Earlham, Iowa
OFFICIATING - Pastor Peter Cade
ORGANIST - Debbie Jones
SPECIAL MUSIC
"Go Rest High on That Mountain" Vince Gill
SOLOIST - Jennifer Weber
"The Old Rugged Cross"
"The Auctioneer Song"
PALLBEARERS
Michael Ory Bill Ory Wesley Ory
Matt Ory Joab Ory John Ory
HONORARY PALLBEARERS
All his friends, neighbors and cattlemen
INTERMENT
Fairview Cemetery - Rural Madison County, Iowa
KUHN FUNERAL HOMES
Dexter Earlham Redfield
www.kuhnfuneralhomes.com
One day recently, as I stood over the bed of my 90 year old father-in-law, I could not help but notice his aged, wrinkled hands.
As Dad lay motionless on the bed at the nursing home, I stared down at his hands and then carefully turned them over so the palms were up. I thought “my goodness! How these hands have served him so well throughout the 90 years. Although they were wrinkled, shriveled and weak, they have been good tools to reach out and grab and embrace life.”
Those hands braced and caught the fall of many a grandchild or great grandchild when they were about to crash to the floor or ground (or got stuck in a mud hole). Those hands helped a new-born calf stand on wobbly legs to get that first taste of it's mother's milk to give it strength. They worked hard to put food in the mouth of my husband and his four brothers, as well as clothes on their back. They tied their shoes and pulled on their boots so the boys could help do the chores and bale hay. They held my husband and wiped his tears when something made him sad or a favorite pet died.
Those hands have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent with arthritis. They were clumsy when he tried to hold his first grandchild. They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger about things I would never understand.
They have been folded in prayer at the kitchen table when our family gathered for meals together. Those hands are the mark of where Dad has been and the ruggedness of the life he and his wife of over 70 years were together. It is these hands that reach out to God now and ask for Him to take him home to heaven.
Never again will I look at my own hands the same way as before. When my hands are hurt or sore, or when I stroke the face of my grandchild someday, I will think of Dad and know he was stroked and caressed and held in the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.
FAREWELL TO A LOVED ONE
If I had known you less, I would not grieve
Seeing the years course are nearly run.
I would be glad our task is almost done.
Glad for the bit of rest we shall receive.
It would not trouble me to see you leave;
And, walking through the grassy fields
Where, we spend so much time now, their emptiness
Would not oppress me when your are not there.
It would not matter much; I would not care; —
If I had known you less.
But I have watched your love of life grow strong,
Pitted against the problems of the hour;
And I have felt a deep upwelling power,
As, like a mighty wave, you surged along
Into the future, where you ever belonged.
As always the future, where your dreams did grow.
To watch your progress there I may not go,
But I rejoice in prospect even so,
And someday I may join you there,
Again your love and dreams to share.
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