A Service to Remember Leone Landon

December 17, 2012 By Rev. John Partridge
Readings: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

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Proverbs 31 – A Woman of Noble Character
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A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. 12 She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. 13 She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. 14 She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. 15 She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants. 16 She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. 17 She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. 18 She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. 19 In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. 20 She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. 21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. 22 She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple. 23 Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. 24 She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes. 25 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. 26 She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. 27 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. 28 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: 29 “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” 30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. 31 Honor her for all that her hands have done and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.


How to Spend Your Dash - Author: Linda Ellis I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone from the beginning...to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth... and now only those who loved her know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own; the cars....the house...the cash. What matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash. So think about this long and hard... are there things you'd like to change? For you never know how much time is left. (You could be at "dash midrange.") If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel. And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've never loved before. If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile... remembering that this special dash might only last a little while. So, when your eulogy's being read with your life's actions to rehash... would you be proud of the things they say about how you spend your dash?

An Irish Reflection – Author Unknown Death is nothing at allI have only slipped away into the next room. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Laugh as we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant. It’s the same as it ever was; There is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past, nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before – only better, infinitely happier and forever – 2

We will all be one together with Christ. Amen.

Eulogy for Leone Landon
By Rev. John Partridge
Leone Landon loved life. She grew up in “the great white north” of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and never forgot where she came from. Leone was a woman who put her whole heart into everything that she did whether it was her family or her friends or church, whatever she did, she did wholeheartedly and faithfully. She was known at church for being regular and faithful but also for lending a hand whenever and wherever it was needed. As she grew up, Leone and her family didn’t have a lot. They hunted to make ends meet, sometimes rushing game into the basement so that the local game warden wouldn’t see it, or at least wouldn’t have to ignore it for quite so long. The meat produced by these dashes to clean and dress game was referred to as “high-speed beef.” There was a period when her family lost their home for a time and they all lived in a milk wagon, but in other times, Leone was the primary caregiver of two of her nieces. Still in other times, Leone rode her pony, King, while she carried lunches to the men that were working in the Civilian Conservation Corps camps and to the loggers who skidded timber out of the forests of the UP for shipment across the Great Lakes and beyond. Her children remember that as they were growing up they didn’t have a lot of money either and so, in order to save where she could, Leone baked bread at home instead of buying it at the store. Fred said that for a while it wasn’t “cool” to take a sandwich made from homemade bread, but as they got a little older and the other kids realized just how rare a thing it really was, he was able to trade his sandwich with homemade bread for an entire school lunch. From the sound of it, the Landon house must have always smelled wonderful because bread for lunches wasn’t the only thing that was cooking. Leone was also known for baking cookies and cinnamon rolls and honey bread and many other goodies as well. And when the kids came home from school, sometimes there were treats of fried dough and chocolate malteds. Leone also made homemade ketchup from the tomatoes and vegetables in her garden. There was plenty because Leone had an amazing green thumb. She grew vegetables but also many beautiful flowers in her garden and she was known to be able to grow almost anything in soil where most people would have trouble growing weeds. Having grown up where she did, Leone never lost her love of the outdoors and nearly any excuse to go anywhere was good enough. She loved to travel to see lighthouses, in fact, it wasn’t just lighthouses, Leone was always ready to go, whether it was sightseeing in Amish country or… anywhere, but she was especially fond of the water. Any trip that involved boats was one that Leone was ready for. She was fearless in the water. Even when she couldn’t swim, she thought nothing of letting her husband Grant push her out into deep water while she floated on an inner tube even when Grant’s health wasn’t especially good. Leone also loved parades. In fact, for several years she was “Polly” the clown in the Hall of Fame parade. The clowns followed the parade units that had horses and well, you know, clean up after them, but Polly’s job was to drive the tractor and not to actually do the shoveling. Even so, Leone had a special love for the big Clydesdales. I think she liked driving the tractor too because up until about four years ago she would still insist on driving her lawn tractor and mowing her own lawn. And while Leone was traveling, or boating, or scouting lighthouses, or visiting Amish country, or watching parades, most of the time she would be taking pictures… LOTS of pictures, and she displayed them, on the refrigerator, on the walls in the kitchen, and the living room and well, practically everywhere. At least, everywhere that there weren’t other things, like her collection of lighthouse figurines, or her collection of snow globes. I did mention that Leone didn’t do things halfway, didn’t I? 3

Even in her later years, Leone loved to get out whenever she could. She liked to go for drives to get ice cream or to see the Christmas lights or just to sit in the yard and watch the world go by. There were many times when Fred would come and take Leone out into the yard at the nursing home and sit in the grass while Leone sat in a lawn chair and they would just sit and talk. For a few hours she even had a pet. While she and Fred were talking she noticed a wooly bear caterpillar and had Fred pick it up for her. It sat on her arm and then crawled, back and forth, up and down her arm for quite a while. Only later did a strange rash break out on Leone’s arm and the family began to suspect that perhaps this one particular wooly bear had been dancing in poison ivy before he came to visit Leone. The nurses were quite puzzled by this strange rash, but I don’t think that anyone ever told them about Leone’s little visitor. Leone loved her dog Annie too, and from October to February when she moved into the nursing home, Annie came to visit every day. Sadly, Annie was diagnosed with cancer and they lost her in February. Losing Annie just a short time after going into the nursing home was hard. Even so, perhaps because Annie moved in with them when Leone had to move, Fred and Laura said that Leone took Annie’s loss better than they did. Leone loved dogs… all dogs… okay, dogs and babies, but she always asked about everyone’s dog when they came to visit. Her grandchildren told me that when they saw her she would ask them about their dogs even when she had never met, or even seen, their dogs. Leone had a way with words. Because of her upbringing, she called herself a “northern hillbilly” and had a number of pet sayings that she liked to use, such as “enough to gag a snipe off a gut wagon.” When she was hungry, she said her “stomach felt like her throat had been cut.” She sometimes joked that she’d been “kicked out of better places,” even though she never drank, she often liked to ask for a “shot and a coke” and, whenever her beloved Detroit Tigers were playing, she made sure that everyone knew that God ought to “Bless them boys.” No matter how she said it, Leone was an outspoken woman. She said what she meant and meant what she said and although she was a great lady, if she was pushed, she didn’t hesitate to push back. More than anything, Leone loved her family and she doted on her grandkids. She knew they like doing things and whatever it was, she had it. No matter what they wanted to do, she would pull supplies out of a back room and they would start in on some arts and crafts project. Leone had just about anything and everything stashed away in “Grandma’s workshop,” the room where most of the supplies were kept. I say “most” of the supplies, because she had so many arts and crafts things that they overflowed into an extra bedroom and beyond. In fact, Leone had collected so many arts and crafts supplies and things to do with the grandkids, that when they were cleaning out her house the family had to have an entire Saturday yard sale dedicated only to craft stuff. Even in the nursing home, arts and crafts were some of her favorite things to do. Okay, to be fair she also liked to play bingo because she would win chocolate, but she really did like her crafts. Leone Landon, loved life and she never took herself too seriously. When she fell down she would laugh so hard that no one could tell whether she was hurt or not. Someone would eventually go over to where she had fallen and ask if she was okay and there she would be, laughing so hard that tears began to stream down her face and still no one knew. She was the kind of a person who not only loved music but she knew all the words to the songs that she liked. Leone was the whole package, everything that is described as the ideal woman in Proverbs 31 and more, a woman of deep faith, funny, faithful, loyal, loving, thrifty, hard working, and caring. As one of her grandchildren summed it up, she was a classy lady, a stand-up woman. In a world where filled with poor examples, Leone modeled what it was to live a good life for her family and for those around her. Leone proved that good role models are still alive and well in the world today, we just need to look in the right places.


Leone M. Landon
Born in McMillan, MI on Mar. 12, 1923 Departed on Dec. 12, 2012 and resided in Massillon, OH. Visitation Sunday, Dec. 16, 2012 : 6:00 pm - 8:00 pm & Monday, Dec. 17, 2012 10:00 am - 11:00 am Service: Monday, Dec. 17, 2012 11:00 am

Leone M. Landon, 89 of Canton, passed away on Wednesday, December 12, 2012, following an extended illness. She was born on March 12, 1923 in McMillan, MI to the late Carl F. & Erie (Locke) Priess. Leone was a member of Trinity Methodist Church and was a member of the Women's Society. She is survived by her three children, Frederick G. ( Laura) Landon of Navarre, Carl E. (Joanne ) Landon of Cheshire, CT, Barbara J. ( Steve) Switalski of Rochester, NY, three grandchildren, Kaitlyn (Andrew ) Powers, Erik Switalski and Geoffrey Landon. She was preceded in death by her husband, Grant E. Landon in 1977 and her daughter, Linda Landon in 2007. Friends may call at the Paquelet & Arnold Lynch Funeral Home on Sunday, December 16, 2012 from 6:00PM-8:00PM and Monday, December 17 from 10:00AM – 11:00AM. Funeral services will be held on Monday, December 17, 2012 at 11:00AM at the Paquelet & Arnold – Lynch Funeral Home, Rev. John Partridge, officiating. In lieu of flowers the family asks that contributions be made to the Akron – Canton Food Bank 350 Opportunity Parkway, Akron, OH 44308.


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