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1938 - 2022
 Larry J. King, 84, of Milton, WV, went to heaven on October 3, 2022 at the Emogene Dolin Jones Hospice House. He was born February 4, 1938, in Graham Station, WV, a son of the late Ralph and Minnie King. He was also preceded in death by two brothers Ray and Roy Cooke, two sisters Maida Rardin and Kathleen Smith. He is survived by his beloved wife of 65 years Wanda King; one son Jeff King; one daughter Kristi Pierson (Brett); two grandchildren Jessi Jurevicius (Ben) and Jossi Tierney (Casey); five great grandchildren Colten Tierney, Isabella Tierney, Haddie Tierney, Mea Tierney and Vivian Jurevicius; and special family members and friends; Dave Cooke, Marine Sgt. William Martin, and Barbara Sayre. He served in the National Guard, was a 1956 graduate of Wahama High School, and retired from a life-long career at Appalachian Power Company in 1993. He will be remembered for his ornery jokes and love for Herd football, trout fishing with his buddies, farming, and his dog, Lacie. No services will be held on his behalf, but condolences may be sent to the family at their home, Wallace Funeral home of Milton, or expressed online at www.timeformemory.com/wallace
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There are currently 2 condolences.
Valerie Mann
vmann731@gmail.com
Monday October 10, 2022 at
5:53 AM
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Wanda, Jeff, Kristi and families, I'm so sorry for your loss. Prayers of comfort for all.
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Parsons Steve
Sunday October 9, 2022 at
12:53 PM
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Larry, his son Jeff, and loving family augmented my childhood with lasting memories, many of which were outdoors, and most were “firsts” for me. He was an expert (instinctive) archer, and helped me create and hone my archery skills. He was an expert fisherman, although his stories were much bigger than his fish. He helped teach me about trapping, and didn’t laugh too much when I caught my little finger in a muskrat trap. I learned to drive—on his family farm tractor. We explored the outdoors on motorcycles with his son Jeff. Thanks to Larry (it was his truck after all), I was pulled-over by a Park Ranger on Pipestem State Park for an inop tail light. I’d have a spotless record otherwise :-). Young (16 yrs old) and fragile, I experienced the malady known as Buck Fever while on a deer hunting trip. I was using Larry’s gun so I blame it on him. He taught me what being “knee deep” meant while shoveling and spreading manure. While returning from weekends at New Haven, he and Wanda taught me tongue-twisters having to do with skunks and sheets—I still can’t get them out of my head! He often credited his fishing prowess to Red Man chewing tobacco. Aspiring to fishing greatness myself, I tried it (once—another “first”) but failed after turning green and becoming sick as a dog. Then there was putting-up hay, raking algae from his farm pond, playing mumbly peg, oh, and yes, more fish stories. We’ll all miss his jovial nature, Santa-style chuckle, and unique gift of exaggerating (yes, ‘bout fishing of course).
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