My sister and I were just talking recently about how Uncle Lloyd used to get rid of our hiccups.  He would put his finger between our eyebrows and start talking softly.  We would be concentrating so hard on his finger and his words that our hiccups would go away.  Seemed like magic when we were kids.

I have fond and loving memories of my brother Lloyd as a good son, brother, father, husband, and friend.
I can picture him and dad with their heads under the hood of a car, working away.
He used to tell my dad that I was sassy when we were young but as the years went by we enjoyed each other and each other's families.
He will be missed by all of our family.  We enjoyed his sense of humor and his loving thoughtfulmess.  We were lucky to have him for 91 years.
Our thoughts are with his family.
May he and Dorothy rest with each other in peace.     

Growing up my sister, brother and I thought we were the only Yennior's in the world. We never knew our uncles and aunts or cousins on the Yennior side. Our grandmother Yennior died when I was a baby. All my life i wondered what happened to all the brothers and sisters my dad had and sometimes mentioned. It was like a part of me was missing. I found some Yennior's on the internet and contacted them, not knowing if I would here anything back. I got a wonderful letter from LLoyd Yennior telling me everything he could remember about my family. It was so wonderful to find out that we weren't alone, and that we did have Aunts and Uncles and even a grandfather. By finding out about my family from Lloyd I was able to understand my dad. To know what made him who he was. I am forever thankful to Lloyd for that info and to opening my eyes to a whole new part of my family. I am grateful that I had the chance to talk to Lloyd, who was the last of his and my dads generation. Thank you Lloyd for giving me my family....