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Reverend Howard Hardin and wife Hazel.

Rev. Howard Hardin was born on May 16th, 1927 on Harmon Street in Forest City. Growing up he attended the Wesleyan church with his parents He later bravely served his country during WW2 in the Navy. He married Hazel Kennedy on May 8th, 1949 and has three surviving children. Brother Howard served the Lord in the Wesleyan church teaching and preaching for 12 years. He was then called to Missionary Methodist in 1969. Since that time he has served the Lord in several churches that include; the Caroleen church for 15 years, the Kings Mountain church for 12 years, the Cliffside church for 2 years, and then back to Kings Mountain for two more years. Rev Hardin attended Sisk Memorial before being called to serve at Alexander Missionary Methodist. Rev Hardin in action |
Hazel M. Hardin, 77, of Mooresboro, died Wednesday, Feb. 3, 2010, at Hospice House in Forest City.
Born in Rutherford County, she was a daughter of the late Thurman Kennedy and Lula Mae Henson Kennedy.
She worked as a seamstress in textiles most of her life and was a member of Alexander Missionary Methodist Church.
Survivors
include her husband of 60 years, the Rev. Howard Hardin; two daughters,
Lou Ann Hodge of Rutherfordton, and Patti Spencer of Forest City; one
son, Gregory Hardin of Mooresboro; two sisters, Betty Mae Ledbetter of
Alexander Mills, and Shirley Wheeler of Sandy Mush; one brother, Max
Kennedy of Greenville, S.C.; nine grandchildren; and eight
great-grandchildren.
Funeral services will be conducted at 3
p.m. Saturday at Harrelson Funeral Chapel with the Revs. Lamar Hewitt
and Rodger Hall officiating. Interment will follow in the Rutherford
County Memorial Cemetery. The family will receive friends Saturday
beginning at 1:30 p.m., until the service time.
Memorials may be
made to Hospice of Rutherford County, P.O. Box 336, Forest City, NC
28043; or Relay for Life, P.O. Box 22718, Oklahoma, OK 73123; or to
Alexander Missionary Methodist Church, 328 Poplar St., Forest City, NC
28043.
God Saw You Getting Tired
God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be. So He wrapped
his arms around you, and whispered, "come to me."
You didn't deserve what you went through, So He gave you rest. God's
garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best
And when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain I could not
wish you back To suffer that again.
- Author Unknown
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