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Laurel Allen "Stick" Curry, 79, of Cape Girardeau died Friday, Aug. 28, 2009, at his home.
He was born March 5, 1930, in Cape Girardeau, son of Clarence Fred and Bessie Wolters Curry. He and Eunice M. Farmer were married Oct. 19, 1958, at Cape Girardeau.
He served his country proudly in the U.S. Army and is a veteran of the Korean War.
Curry worked as a truck driver and manager of Rose City Oil Co. in Cape Girardeau. He was later a pipe fitter for Craftsman Union.
He was a member of Bethany Baptist Church and the Cowboy Church. He was also a member of VFW Post 3838.
Survivors include his wife; two sons, John Curry of Fort Worth, Texas, and James Fred Curry of Cape Girardeau; two brothers, Weldon Curry of Arroyo Grande, Calif., and Lloyd Curry of St. Charles, Mo.; six grandchildren; and ten great-grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents; a daughter, Joy Lee Curry; and a sister.
There will not be a visitation or a funeral.
Burial will be at a later date at Missouri Veterans Cemetery in Bloomsfield, Mo.
Memorials may be made to your charity of choice.
Ford and Sons Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond's glint on snow. I am sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die."
Online condolences may be made at www.fordandsonsfuneralhome.com.