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Obituary Of Shawn Wade Pulliam

Shawn Wade Pulliam, age 51, a resident of Yates Center, KS, died Saturday, March 17, 2018, at his home. He was born February 18, 1967, in Mt. Vernon, WA, the son of Franklin D. Pulliam and Donna K. Brown Pulliam. After high school, he graduated from welding school. He worked in the welding profession until a recent traffic accident caused his disability. He married Ida Mae Hull in May of 1991. They later divorced. Shawn enjoyed fishing and working on cars. He loved spending time with his grandchildren. He was a selfless person, willing to do anything to help anyone. He never met a stranger.

Survivors include his two sons, Shawn M. Pulliam and Miranda, Bronson, KS and Dalton Pulliam and wife Caroline, Redfield, KS; siblings Julia Pulliam, Carthage, MO, Frank Pulliam, West Plains, AR, Mary Jean Fogle, Nevada, MO, and Rodney Pulliam and wife Dorothi, Mapleton, KS; nine grandchildren, Koda Stockstill, Ida K. Pulliam, Tayton Pulliam, Allyson Pulliam, Connor Pulliam, Elizibeth Pulliam, Landyn Pulliam, Madilyn Pulliam, and Oaklie Pulliam; his mother, Mary Ann Pulliam; two nephews, Calvin Pulliam and Jimmy Kastle as well as several other nieces and nephews; two cousins, Tim Adams and Donald Adams; and an aunt, Ruth Braack and husband Gary. He was preceded in death by his father, Franklin D. Pulliam; and ex-wife Ida Mae Hull.

Billy Phillips will conduct funeral services at 11:30 a.m. Friday, March 23rd, at the Cheney Witt Chapel. Cremation will follow. The family will receive friends from 5:00 until 7:00 Thursday evening at the Cheney Witt Chapel. Memorials are suggested to the Shawn W. Pulliam Memorial Fund and may be left in the care of the Cheney Witt Chapel, PO Box 347, 201 S. Main, Fort Scott, KS, 66701. Words of remembrance may be submitted to the online guestbook at Cheney

 

Obituary for Merlene Viola Hornish

Merlene Viola Hornish, age 81, a resident of rural Mapleton, Kansas, passed away Wednesday, March 14, 2018, at the Mercy Hospital in Ft. Scott, Kansas. She was born July 17, 1936, in Cash, Oklahoma, the daughter of John Rimmer and Elva Penrod Rimmer.

She married Mike Hornish on October 5, 1991, at Hillsboro, Oregon. Merlene had worked as a bus driver in Oregon and later in Linn County, Kansas.

Survivors include her husband, Mike, of the home; five children, Linda Sprague, of Bronson, Kansas; Terry Pitner, of Amboy, Washington; Sharon Brahin, of Columbus, Kansas; Vicki Langford, of Fayetteville, Arkansas, and Derek Cunningham, of Sarasota, Florida. Also, several grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren. Surviving is a brother, Marion Rimmer, of Arizona. She was preceded in death by a son, Nick Stevens, a grandson, Billy Minor and two brothers, Melvin and Marvin Rimmer.

There was cremation and no services are planned. Arrangements were under the direction of the Cheney Witt Chapel, 201 S. Main, Ft. Scott, Kansas. Words of remembrance may be submitted to the online guestbook at cheneywitt.com.

Trust Is A Must by Patty LaRoche

The nuns trust us!” The Gringos folding clothes at the Catholic Orphanage here in Mexico were elated. For weeks a team of 30+ have met at the complex to clean, repair, demolish, reconstruct and paint what has been ignored for decades. We are faithful in showing up and diligent in this massive undertaking.

In spite of that, the nuns remained cautious about opening the Bodega, a storage unit the size of a three-car garage crammed with bags of donated clothing. Fearing that we, like dozens of other groups, are fly-by-nights, they would not risk their treasures being stolen. After all, this was money for them. The clothes they reject are either sold as hand-me-downs or as rags.

But this week was different. The elderly nun showed up with the cherished Bodega key to allow Peter, our organizer, to peek inside. Immediately he pulled Alison off my paint crew and asked her to check it out. Alison’s main job at another orphanage is to organize its Bodega, and she’s good at it, but she never expected to see a mess of this magnitude.

Where to start? Fumigation. With floor-to-ceiling mounds of garbage bags, some which have been there for years, one could only guess what critters were nesting in the piles. Once that task was finished, seven women were assigned to the Bodega.

Peter purchased folding tables, and it was there the ladies labored over each bag. Oddly, it was the nun who was the pickiest about what clothes were kept. When a cute pair of girl’s jeans was pulled from a bag, it was she who told the volunteers those jeans were “out of style.” The nun had an opinion on every article of clothing or material the women unpacked.

By the third week, the ladies were elated when the nun had errands to run and left them alone. No longer was she concerned that the items would be stolen or put in the wrong bag. They had earned her trust. Word spread and our entire volunteer community celebrated.

When the nun confided in Peter that two teenage girls were becoming defiant and disrespectful, Peter had to convince them that he could provide a psychologist to help. Gradually, when the nuns realized that Peter was committed to doing what was best for the orphanage, their trust in him increased. It was then they gave him permission to paint the entire complex.

Trust is a must. No matter who is involved.

Nun with volunteer. Parent with child. Boss with employee. Spouse with spouse. Teammate with teammate. Coach with athlete. Teacher with student. Friend with friend. Doctor with patient. Pilot with passengers. Christian with God.

Viable relationships are dependent on such confidence.

Yet sometimes those we trust let us down, don’t they? And we feel betrayed. We forget that all of us are sinners and ignore Proverbs 3:5-6: “Trust in the Lord with all of your heart…”

Not the itsy-bitsy, happy-heart corner that celebrates when we find a parking spot or lose a pound, but “all” of our heart, even the part—especially the part– that aches when things aren’t lining up the way we know they should be (and would be in a perfect world). We are to trust, the practical outworking of faith, to allow God to fumigate the trash we have accumulated in order to give us a fresh start. For some of us, that task, like the bodega, seems overwhelming. Fortunately, God doesn’t see it that way. All He asks is that we give Him the key so He can start.

One bag at a time.