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IN LOVING MEMORY OF ARTHUR BOONE NOLAN
Arthur Boone Nolan
Please remember our Father, Grandfather, Great Grandfather, Brother and Uncle, Arthur Boone Nolan, who passed away October 8, 2001 in your prayers. |
Dad doing his favorite thing, selling Produce at his roadside stand.
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ARTHUR BOONE NOLAN
Arthur Boone Nolan, 72, 134 Citation Lane, retired Auto mechanic, coal miner and produce
salesman, husband of Donna Holbrook Nolan.
He went to be with our Lord on Monday October 8, 2001 at his home in Cynthiana, Kentucky.
He was born in Blackie, Leslie Co, Kentucky, to Oscar and Flora Pence, Nolan.
He was preceded in death by his mother and father; His First Wife, Anna Mae Robbins, Nolan.
Two grandchildren, Chandra Damron and Kenneth Shane Mitchell, Brother, William, and Sister
Catherine Small.
Survivors include: his wife, Donna, Three sons, Robert, Frank,
and Arthur V., Five Daughters, Della, Brenda, Judy, Freda, Kathy.
Two sisters, Faye, Janice. Arthur Boone Nolan also has three half-brothers and two Sisters.
Betty Jean, John Henry, Larue, James, Pauline, and Daniel.
Arthur was blessed with 20 Grand children and 30 Great grand children.
(The one's I know of)
Funeral services were conducted Wednesday, Oct. 10 at Porter and Sons Funeral Home in
Campton. He was buried at the Pence family cemetery Calaboose rock road, Campton, Wolf
county, Kentucky on October 10th, 2001.
Please note. I have included all the information I have. If I missed anyone or some information you
would like to see here, email it to me and I will be glad to include it. A.V. Nolan Webmaster.
SOME DAY
Someday when my last line is written, Someday when I draw my last breath.
When my last words on earth have been spoken, and my lips are sealed in death.
Don't look on my cold form in pity, don't think of me as one dead.
It'll just be the house I once lived in, my spirit by then will have fled.
I'll have finished my time here allotted, but I won't be in darkness alone.
I will have heard from heaven, the summons to come on home,
And when my body is in the grave, don't think that I'll be there.
I won't be dead but living, in the place Jesus went to prepare.
And after all is said and done, know that my last earnest prayer
Is that my loved ones be ready, some day to meet me there
Some Day: (BMI)
Olive Stockton, Tim Stafford
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