Stanley B. Bennett Sr.
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Stanley B. Bennett Sr.
Stan lived his life in Bucksport on the River Road and on the Silver Lake Road, where along with wife Helen and their children, carved out a small farm for themselves. He lovingly referred to this place as the "Sunkissed Valley". He enjoyed gardening and raised beautiful potatoes. His well manicured lawn and yard was a source of comfort and pride for him. Stan was an expert at stacking firewood, not one stick out of place and looking like a work of art.
He loved following harness racing in Bangor and at the local summer fairs. Always trying to pick the winners, which he often did! Stan enjoyed antiquing, buying and selling, attending auctions and even holding a few of his own. He was definitely a "Jack of all Trades, Master of Some" kind of man. He worked for many years at local sawmills, McDonald's Trap Mill and Hobb's Garage. Always busy, never a dull moment!
He was one of a kind, a real character, full of a lifetime of wit and wisdom. Father had a 1000 and one ditty's and rhymes memorized that he could recite on cue, one for every occasion, some of them rather colorful!
A loving, tender hearted man, he could also be tough as nails. He will be missed greatly by those of us who loved him and knew him best.
Survived by sons, Daniel Bennett and Jessie, and Alan Farnsworth; daughters Edwina French and Linda and Walter Browning. Stan also leaves beloved grandchildren: Craig, Rebecca, Matthew, Heather, Angela, Stacey and Andrew and many special great grandchildren. Also survived by sisters, Geneva and husband Elmer Smith; and Rosemary and husband Bernard Bennett; sisters-in-law, Esther Weston and Joyce Burrill; brothers-in-law Peter Spooner and wife Ellen and Donald Spooner and wife Donna.
He leaves behind many special nieces and nephews, extended family members, neighbors and friends too numerous to mention individually. His life was better for having you in it.
Stanley was predeceased by wife Helen, son Stan Jr and granddaughter Heidi Sue, along with many other family members and friends.
No services per his request.
He once told me he wanted to be remembered by this poem (which he knew by heart) So here you go Dad ...
"The Barefoot Boy" by J. Greenleaf Whittier
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lips,
Kissed by strawberries
on the hill;
With the sunshine on
Through thy torn
brims jaunty grace;
From my heart I give
thee joy. -
I was once a barefoot boy!
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye.
Blessing on thee,
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