In Loving Memory

Kenneth V White - August 10, 1947 - October 21, 2012

 

Ken was born Aug. 10, 1947 in Kansas City, Missouri, and had been a Summerhill resident since 1978. Ken had been employed as the fertilizer plant manager for Phelps Supply Inc. in Owasco for the past year and a half, and for it's predecessor, Hewitt Bros. Inc., for 23 years prior.

For over 40 years, Ken & Jeanne have pursued their desire to make Simme Valley a producer of top quality registered Simmental beef cattle. Their cattle earned them "Premier Breeder" award at the 2012 New York State Fair, and also at the Keystone International Livestock Expo.

Ken was a member and past president of the NY Simmental Assoc., where he was currently serving on the Board of Directors, and was also a member of the NY Beef Producers Assoc, the Pennsylvania Simmental Assn., the Pennsylvania Livestock Assn. And the American Simmental Assn. He enjoyed hunting and fishing with Jeanne as well.

Quote by Cheryl Eighmey: "We lost a very dear friend last night. He ...and his devoted wife....fought a very courageous and dignified battle against a disease that is anything but courageous and dignified. Somewhere in heaven there is a tall...handsome cowboy...dressed in a brightly colored shirt...brightly colored belt with a colored beaded key chain...probably wearing red or yellow underwear....but definitely wearing the biggest smile ever...and he will tell you he is feeling FABULOUS!. Rest in peace my friend ...I will miss you always....say hello to Dad...and Paul...and my parents for me...going to raise a can of Bush beer tonight in your honor....and your memory...."

Ken's brother, Wayne White of Kansas, recently published a book and the dedication was: ""This book is dedicated to my brother, Kenneth V. White. His courage and optimism in the most difficult of circumstances is a source of lasting inspiration".

 

The Dash Poem, by 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
That can still be rearranged.
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 is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?