WEST SUFFIELD, CT, AND ORIENT - Arnold Howard Gould of West Suffield, CT, and Orient, ME, passed away January 21, 2015, in West Suffield as a result of Spindle Cell Cancer.
Arnold was a communicant of Sacred Heart Church, Suffield, CT, and St Anne's Church, Danforth, ME. Born in Houlton, ME,
October 15, 1930, he was the son of Willis (Bill) Leroy Gould and Florence (Morris) Gould.
Arnold served in the U.S. Air Force from 1952 to 1956, as a sergeant prior to being employed by the aeronautical industry in Maine and Connecticut for several years. Arnold was a partner in the Grand Game Farm in Suffield, CT, from 1969 - 1974. He retired from Maple Hill Farms of Bloomfield, CT in 1993. He and his wife enjoyed retirement by summering at East Grand Lake in Orient, ME, and wintering in West Suffield, Connecticut.
Arnold is survived by his daughter, Katherine Conley and her husband, Patrick Conley; two granddaughters, Cari Ann Conley of Suffolk, VA, and Christen Spradlin and her husband, James Spradlin, currently stationed in Okinawa with their children (two great-grandchildren), Julianne and Jameson Spradlin; sisters-in-law, Bernadette Neal and Leanne Toner; a brother-in-law Norval (Jack) Toner; and several nieces, nephews and cousins. Arnold was predeceased by his parents; his wife, Iris (Toner) Gould of 51 years; his brother, Eugene Gould; his brothers-in-law, Edward and Darrell Toner, and Kenneth Neal; and two sisters-in-law, Ruth and Shirley
Calling hours are on Friday, Jan 23, from 4-7 p.m. at the Heritage Funeral Home in West Suffield, CT. There will be a Mass of Christian Burial on Saturday, Jan 24, at 10 a.m. at Sacred Heart Church in Suffield, CT. with a reception to follow at Sacred Heart Hall in Suffield, CT. Interment in West Suffield Cemetery in June. The date is to be determined. Memorial donations may be made to VITAS Health Care, 628 Hebron Ave., Suite 300, Glastonbury, CT 06033.
Written by Granddaughter Christen Spradlin, Delivered by Granddaughter Cari Ann Conley.
Hello everyone. Thank you for coming today.
Now this is a story, all about how, a man became the legend, known as "Himself"
He was grumpy, and ornery, cranky and rude, a man who pointed with an attitude!
It could have meant butter, or pass the salt, if you didn't know which, it was always your fault.
He'd talk to you here, he'd talk to you there, on the banks of the cabin, - not found in Bel Air.
But on the lake in Maine, to us - paradise, a small cabin became, a big piece of our lives.
Each summer we'd travel, to sit with him there, to ponder life's mysteries, while at the lake we'd stare.
In these last five years, while missing his bride, he was lost and lonesome, without her by his side.
Now he's there in heaven, with no fear to be had, she's given him fits, for behaving so bad.
So now he's back to Himself, whom we all love so dear, old fashioned and funny, with a spot of good cheer.
We'll miss his french toast, his biscuits and tea, we'll miss his fancy britches, and stained white tee.
The volunteer fire fighter, father of one, loyal husband and Pupa, brother and son.
You can't help but love him, can't measure his wealth, see us gathered here now, to remember "Himself"!
Published on  January 29, 2015