Arnold H. Carter
March 13, 1931 - December 21, 2010
A Passion for All Things Mechanical
Arnold H. Carter Sr., 79, died unexpectedly on December 21, 2010. Arnold was a long-time Monroe resident along with his wife Jean and their six children. Arnie Sr. was born in Casper, Wyoming, on March 13, 1931 and was raised in the Monroe/Snohomish area.
In 1952, at the age of 21, he joined the Army followed by service in the Army Reserves through 1960. All of his military service was at Ft. Richardson, Alaska as a Field Radio Mechanic. He settled in Valdez, Alaska and married his loving wife of 58 years, Jean Louise (Campbell) in 1952. The family relocated to Monroe, Washington following the devastating Good Friday earthquake in Prince William Sound, Alaska.
Arnie Sr. had a passion for all things mechanical. He worked as an auto mechanic at Collins Chevrolet in Monroe and retired from Lee Johnson Chevrolet in Kirkland. Nothing made him happier than puttering in his garage, whistling a tune while he worked.
Arnie Sr. leaves behind his wife, Jean Louise (Campbell) and his children, Marla Carter (Richard Johnson), Lynn Nash, Arnie Carter Jr. (Benita Kanarr), Kathy (Bud) Dyer, Gary (Brenda) Carter, and Gina (Lowell) Lorenz, Grandchildren Ronnie and Jason Boyes, Jeremy Jackson, Erick Nash, Brandon and Kimberly Carter and their mother Karla, Shane, Jayce and Austin Flauding, Brady Carter-Porter and his mother Susie, and Leah Lunder; numerous great-grandchildren; sister-in-law, Shirley Carter and nephews Alan, Roger and Terry Carter.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Lewis Harvey and Cecile Mae (Taggart) Carter; brother, John (Bud); sisters, Francis Talbot, Mildred Carter, and Patricia Otterson.
A Celebration of Life will be held for Arnold on Saturday, January 8, 2011 at 1:00 P.M. at the Horseshoe Grange Hall #965, Cathcart, WA.
The family requests memorials made to the Monroe Food Bank.
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