Nolan Mitchell, 65 of Deport

nolanNolan Mitchell, age 65 of Deport died on Thursday, May 14, 2015 in Legends Healthcare.  A Celebration of his life will be held on Saturday, May 16, 2015 in Wood Funeral Homes Chapel at 2:00 pm.

After burning the candle at both ends for 64+ years, Nolan Mitchell has gone to that great dice game in the sky.  Nolan roared into this world on October 14, 1949 and continued to blaze a trail through Northeast Texas until his flame was  extinguished on May 14, 2015.  Throughout his wild ride through life, there were constants which include; his family, his friends, his hobbies, and of course his sense of humor.  Legend has it that Nolan was abandoned in the woods at birth and subsequently raised by a pack of wolves, but he was actually the 7th of 10 children born to W.A. and Edith Mitchell in Lamar County, Texas.  He met Glenda Crump (the original ‘good-hearted woman in love with a good timing man’) in Cunningham, Texas in 1967.  They were married on August 9, 1968.  Their union produced two children, Tina and Quentin as well as a granddaughter, McKenzie and a son-in-law, Jon.  After Tina and Quentin left home, Nolan and Glenda became parents to a menagerie of animals which included dogs, cats, a deer, and wild hogs.  Nolan was never without a favorite dog companion.  These sidekicks ranged from the original–Freeway, a Rottweiler who once jumped through a glass window because Nolan was leaving without her, to his current BFF, Django, who was always at his daddy’s side during the last 2  years.

Nolan was a man of many interests.  Though he never  graduated High School, he had a penchant for scholarship when it came to his particular hobbies.  Whatever his interests at any particular time, he was actively engaged in it both mentally and physically.  From dog eared reference books on marbles and well worn knee pads worn over his jeans, Nolan fully committed himself to being an expert on the things that piqued his interest.  Nolan enjoyed a variety of hobbies over the years including:  coon hunting, marble collecting, arrow head hunting, and gardening.  Although a case could be made that Nolan had completely lost his marbles, over the years walking fields where old houses once stood, he managed to find every one of them and then some.  His marble collection was rivaled only by his arrowhead collection.  Nolan spent hours combing creeks and riverbeds with his Stick of the New Millennium in search of arrowhead and ancient artifacts.  His work in this area culminated with the publication of his book, Rocks Don’t Come That Way.  And finally, as green thumbs go, Nolan’s was the greenest.

In addition to collecting marbles and Native American Artifacts, Nolan had a knack for collecting friends, many of them he has known since childhood.  The kitchen table at Nolan’s house was always the epicenter of social activity.  While playing games like Yahtzee, Wahoo, or Dominos, Nolan used these kitchen roundtables as a forum for telling tall tales and poking fun at whoever drew the short straw that evening.  If he wasn’t hanging with his friends in the kitchen, he was enjoying various outdoor activities with them such as hunting and fishing, or maybe just going to the Valley.  He and his friends also spend long hours at the Rehab Retreat communing with nature and discussing the important issues of the day.

If you ask anyone who knew Nolan what his  most marked characteristic was (other than his nose), most would probably say his “sense of humor.” To Nolan, everything was potential fodder for a joke.  He was a skilled satirist and impressionist.  All of us in this room have been on the receiving end of his comic barbs at some point, and his impression of Fred Swint is legendary.  If you were having a bad day, going to visit Nolan was a certain cure.

Nolan leaves behind his mother, Edith; his wife, Glenda; his two children, Tina and Quentin; granddaughter, McKenzie; son-in-law, Jon; three sisters,numerous nieces and nephews, and more friends than we could ever list here.

 

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