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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 to Clarence Fred and Bessie Wolters Curry. He and Eunice M. Farmer were married Oct. 19, 1958, in Cape Girardeau.
Mr. Curry was a veteran of the Korean conflict, serving in the Army from 1951 to 1953.
He was a truck driver and manager of Rose City Oil Co. in Cape Girardeau. Later he was a pipefitter with Craftsman Union. He was a member of Bethany Baptist Church and Cape County Cowboy Church, and VFW Post 3838.
Survivors include his wife, Eunice M. Curry of Cape Girardeau; two sons, John Curry of Fort Worth, Texas, James Fred Curry of Cape Girardeau; two brothers, Weldon Curry of Arroyo Grande, Calif., Lloyd Curry of St. Charles, Mo.; six grandchildren; and 10 great-grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents; a daughter, Joy Lee Curry on Dec. 24, 2006; and a sister.
There will be no visitation or funeral.
Burial will be at a later date at Missouri State Veterans Cemetery in Bloomfield, Mo.
Ford and Sons Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
Memorials may be made to your choice of charity.
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.