John W. Arnold Obituary

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John W. Arnold Obituary - John W. Arnold "Jack" Mr. John W. Arnold...
John W. Arnold "Jack" Mr. John W. Arnold ("Jack"), age 67, of Newark, DE, died on Friday, July 27, 2007. following a courageous battle with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (Lou Gehrig's Disease). Born in Akron, OH on June 8, 1940, Mr. Arnold was a 1958 graduate ol Newark Hmh School. He was a gifted protessionai 0 mechanic f . throughout his life, and had been the owner- v ' operater of Vy , Cyf) VIA Rpnnir Un limited in Newark for many years. An entertaining and enthusiastic storyteller, it was often said of Mr. Arnold that he was born talking and never stopped. He delighted in spending time with his family, especially while watching favorite movies and television programs. His greatest passion, however, was flying and he was proud to have piloted his Mooney aircraft to all 48 contiguous states. He also enjoyed competitive drag racing in his custom car known as "Special Delivery," as well as boating with family and friends. He was very fond of dogs as well. He is survived by 3 children, Debi Arnold Moore of Fair Hill, MD; Jayne Mitchell-Werbrich and her husband, Tim, of Newark, DE; and John T. Arnold and his wife, Nicki, of Bear, DE; beloved companion, Carol Dunlap of Newark, DE; Carol's daughter, Jodi Grabusky and her husband, Scott, of Bear, DE; parents, Howard Arnold and Anna Mae Smith Arnold of Newark, DE; sister, Leslie Hill and her husband, Ron, of Newark, DE; 8 grandchildren; and former spouse, Jane Arnold of Newark, DE. Services will be held privately. The family asks that friends remember Mr. Arnold with the following words that capture both his exuberant love of life and love of flight: Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of -wheeled & soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov ring there, I've chased the shouting wing along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace where never lark, or even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the ALS Association, 321 Norristown Road, Ste. 260, Ambler, PA 19002 215643-5434 or To sign guest register, visit SPICER-MULLIKIN FUNERAL HOMES & CREMATORY 302-328-2213

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  1. The News Journal,
  2. 29 Jul 2007, Sun,
  3. Main Edition,
  4. Page 26

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