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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Allen Wardlow, 64 years old, born on August 13, 1948, and passed away on February 26, 2013. We will remember him forever.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013
Forever in our hearts ~ R.I.P. Allen! I will always remember your laughter :)
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013
I will always remember that little red head. Love you Allen you are forever in my memories.

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May 15, 2013
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Forever in our hearts ~ R.I.P. Allen! I will always remember your laughter :)
May 15, 2013
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I will always remember that little red head. Love you Allen you are forever in my memories.
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Things My Big Brother Taught Me

May 14, 2013

 I can’t speak of Allen’s faith or weather he’s in heaven…I don’t know. I personally believe that even the most versed minister that stands in front of his congregation every Sunday and talks of faith…even his faith is a private and personal thing.    Heavens a goal that we all either reach or fall short of in the end.  I can talk about memories of Allen growing up and the person I knew him to be.

Allen was 110% boy growing up.  There are many memories of him growing up and his orneriness, he was always up to something.  As children I remember when the dime stores would sell colored baby chicks for Easter.  One year our mother bought each of us a colored chick, mine was pink and his was blue.  We kept them in a box on the back porch and Mom said you’re responsible to take care of your chick, but what Allen heard was “Cindie’ll take care of these chicks and you just play with yours”.  One day my chick pooped on Allen’s chick so I gave it a bath in the kitchen sink….chicks are not water friendly.  I killed it and Allen cried for days.  Eventually my cute little pink chick grew up to be a nasty rooster and would peck at me every time I’d get close to it and every time that happened Allen would say “paybacks are hell”.  I think Forest eventually rang that chicken’s neck.

Mom use to let him walk to the movie theater on Sunday afternoons to meet up with his little friends and watch cowboy & horror movies but there was one requirement:  he had to take me and promise to hold my hand all the way there and all the way home, if she found out that he let go of my hand there would be NO more movies.  The ticket taker would always say the same thing every time we went (he knew we were brother and sister but loved Allen’s reaction) “oh I see you brought your little girlfriend”.  Allen would say “NO, it’s my stupid sister”,  then he’d throw my hand aside and run off to sit with his friends and I’d sit in the back of the theater alone until the movie was over and he had to” assume the position” again for a trip home.   I use to tell him that ticket taker was just messing with him because he knew that Allen would never get a girl as HOT as me.

At 16 he quit school & left home to travel with the carnival, he ran one of the rides and he absolutely loved it.  He met a lot of different people, made them laugh and got to travel.  I was quit envious of him.

Then Uncle Sam called him.  He went to Viet Nam.  I remember taking him to the airport and crying all the way there and all the way home.  I sent him cookies and candy that I’d make in Mom’s kitchen always enclosing a handmade card and a picture from home.  He’d write every now and then and then his buddies started writing to me too.  I had this awful picture of him fighting in the jungle and sleeping in the mud like I’d see on the news every night.  When he finally came home he had scrap books of pictures of what looked to me like a big party.  There were scantily clad women sitting on his lap and dancing, lots and lots of beer.  He said that they had to drink beer because the water made you sick.  Ends up that he was in a no shot zone where they unloaded tankers with medical equipment, weapons and other essentials. 

But I did learn a lot from my big brother.  I learned how to spell dirty words, how to inhale (I think he just enjoyed watching me choke when I tried).  He taught me that you can’t hang your friend from the back yard tree for being a cattle wrestler, that upsets your Mom.  He taught me how to shot a gun and ride a pony and in later years he taught me the location of the Elkhart County jail& how to post bail.

I believe Allen missed his true calling in life, he would have been an excellent attorney-he’d argue with a stop sign, if you said it was white he’d say it was black and then work on convincing you it was.  He could have been a famous author, he loved to read and tell stories-if he told a story the first time and it wasn’t interesting or funny enough he’d tell it again and again and again each time  embellishing it a little more until he perfected it.  Maybe he could have been a stand-up comedian, he loved to laugh and make others laugh!

I’m ashamed to say that I could have visited him more often and didn’t.  That’s  another life lesson he taught me but I loved him and will miss him.

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