Harvey M Clingman

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Harvey M ClingmanI am a Veteran.

of Mountain Home, AR

September 4, 2020

Mr. Harvey Clingman, age 93 of Mountain Home, Arkansas, passed away on September 4, 2020. Arrangements are private.

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anonymous
mountain Home, AR
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Friday, December 4, 2020

he wasn’t alone, we miss him dearly.

Paula & Doug Milner
Williford, AR
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Monday, September 28, 2020

So sorry to hear of your passing. We know you will still be shooting straight on the trap range Harvey!!! We are going to miss you!!!!!!!

Marianne Clingman Bovy
Maryville, TN
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Monday, September 7, 2020

Harvey was my stepdad and a good father to us. The first time I remember seeing him was when he rolled up on a Honda 350 motorcycle to take my mom on a date. He loved to camp, water ski and go boating in our aqua tri-hull on Wisconsin lakes. He hunted deer and shot skeet.

Harvey loved to tinker. He had a welder and a tool shop. He invented a barb wire fence style. He built a wood burning furnace for our farmhouse and we spent fall cutting wood for the winter. Yes, this was in the 1970’s, not 1870.
He built his own brick ranch house by hand in Fairfield, Wi. When we wanted a pool, he built us one from cement blocks. A little rough because he didn’t tile it. Harvey wasn’t into luxury. He was a practical man.
We lived there a couple years till he sold his 50 cattle and retired from Badger Munitions plant. Yes, he had a 200 acre beef cattle farm while working full time at another job.
When we moved back to our family farm in the Baraboo hills, he continued working more than full time as a refrigeration repairman from our revamped well house.

Harvey was a pleasant, happy man with good sense of humor and empathy. He genuinely liked having us around. Harvey and I loved debating politics which we never agreed to disagree on. We had fun doing it.
He loved chess and taught me to play. I am proud to say I almost beat him once. He told me when it happened.

He became a great gardener in his later years after moving to rural Arkansas. His tomatoes were legendary. They grew over his head. He always swore by chicken liter and local sawmill sawdust for mulch. He continued shooting skeet, loading his own ammo in the basement!

He tried restarting a local shirt factory to help the locals get work. It turned out to be unfeasable. If you get the impression he was a hard-working, woodsy, intelligent man’s man with a happy nature, you would start to get a sense of what he was like. I’m glad he was my second Dad. He will be missed.