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June 23, 1932 - November 17, 2016
Burial Date: November 23, 2016
Funeral Home Hidden Valley Funeral Home of Lawson
- Visitation will be 11am -12:30pm Wednesday, November 23, 2016, at Hidden Valley Funeral Home of Lawson, Lawson, MO.
- Graveside Service to follow visitation at Dockery Cemetery, Richmond, MO.
Clyde Hankins, 84 of Richmond, MO, passed away November 17, 2016.
Visitation will be 11am -12:30pm Wednesday, November 23, 2016, at Hidden Valley Funeral Home of Lawson, Lawson, MO. Graveside Service to follow visitation at Dockery Cemetery, Richmond, MO.
A LIFE WELL LIVED
BY ALMA HANKINS HUPP
Clyde Calvin Hankins, my dad lived an amazing and sometimes unbelievable life. He was born as the only child to Mary Ivy Hankins and Eric Clyde Hankins June 23, 1932 in Argentine, KS. However, he had 4 grown siblings from Eric Hankins’ first marriage. He also had 6 siblings from Mary Hankins’ first marriage. He had nephews his age and older. This made for interesting family reunions.
He married my mother Bonnie, November 30, 1950. They were married 63 years. He stayed by her bedside daily for 9 years after a serious stroke put her in Shirkey’s Nursing and Rehabilitation Center. He held her hand as she went to be with the Lord on May 22, 2013. He then stayed in that same room for three years after he suffered a series of major health issues himself. It was that same room where we held dad’s hand as he went to be with the Lord.
Dad is survived by his precious older sister Jeanette Dillon. 5 children, enjoyed 11 grandchildren. 1 granddaughter, Katherine McDonnold who preceded him in death. He also has been blessed with 15 great grandchildren.
He lost his mother at age 5 and his father at age 9. As only God could arrange, his older brother Dan Hankins and his beloved sister Jeanette Dillon worked together trying to direct his path. Uncle Dan provided a stable home and Aunt Jeanette watching him like a hawk. She taught him things their mother and father taught her. Many of the same wise things he taught all five us, and anyone who would listen.
Dad had a great work ethic. At age 10 he worked at Unity Village as a dishwasher. This began his love for peanut butter. He had no desire to eat their food. When “They ate that strange, weird stuff!” he ate his peanut butter by the spoonfuls. He always needed peanut butter around. Dad was a free spirit!!! Thinking he needed to run away he got on a bus at approximately 11 years old, using his own money and went to see another sister, Aunt Rosie in California. Always the sly one, he heard that his brother Dan was coming for him so he got on another bus and came back to Missouri. Thank you Jesus for Uncle Dan’s unfailing love! His sister Jeanette, always praying and caring for him noticed how he loved to fight and gamble. Not just street fighting, but actual boxing. He was working in Clinton MO at a drive-in hamburger joint when Aunt Jeanette realized that he might just be headed for reform school, if he didn’t change his ways. Thank you Aunt Jeanette for “helping” dad into the United States Army Air Corps at 16 years old. In her wisdom, she and the recruiter agreed that he was a wonderful candidate for the military, and the recruiter thought he could pass for 18! Dad proudly served his country. Aunt Jeanette was right; he grew up and came home a “Man”. He was shaving!!! He always loved airplanes. He had a scrap book from when he was 10 years old with planes he designed or cut out of magazines. Dad got to realize the American Dream. He had 2 children and got a job at Trans World Airlines (TWA) cleaning planes. He went to school and started to earn different certificates and degrees that allowed him to move up the TWA ladder to mechanic, lead mechanic, etc. His favorite job was when they chose him to teach airplane mechanics. He was in his element. He worked two jobs, one teaching at TWA and one at a trade school in Fairfax. We were provided for beautifully, and I never heard him complain. One opportunity he felt he just had to take in 1975 was an assignment to Saudi Arabia. Much to my horror he was taking my mother, younger sister, two younger brothers and leaving. I was married and got to opt out. It was an experience!?! Depending which sibling you talk to, you will get different opinions of this adventure. Dad loved everyone. He chose not to remember those who wronged him. He always said, “Let’s just be nice and get along” or “Alma be a peace maker somebody has got to do it. “ He told me that he gave his life to Jesus Christ when he was on one of his runaway trips to California (there were several). He felt led to go to a revival and ended up not only professing his faith in Jesus Christ but also getting Baptized. He set an example for all of us to follow. He walked that walk the rest of his life. He could be found on his knees beside his bed praying. “Some things are so big you have to get down on your knees” he would say. I would be totally missing the whole point of why we are here today celebrating Dad’s life if I didn’t invite anyone who doesn’t know Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and Savior to please reach out to Dad’s Lord and enjoy the confidence of Jesus’ promise that “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.” When dad left us the other night he was not alone for one second. I know my father is with Jesus and that I will see him again, and he and I would really like to see you there too.