Year to year, generation to generation,
the focus of Mockler Funeral Home
has been family service!

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User Review



I was surprised and shocked to read of Clark's death; I always considered him "permanent," and, of course, in some sense, he is. Introduced to me by contractors 11 years ago as I was renovating this old farmhouse, we connected immediately. He understood the kind of rough wall of local stone I wanted behind the wood stove, helped me find a trove of a centuries-old rock pile out back, and worked with me to pull out and bring in the likely candidates. As he built the wall, he talked to his rocks, questioned their personality and suitability, discarded the rejects with sharp words and set the victors, all the while delighting all around him with his ongoing conversation. He insisted that I myself place the final stones, but the wall is his; his sensitivity to texture and size and color, his imagination, and the wild side of his spirit all are out to be seen, appreciated, and admired. When the time came for finding a hearth, I suggested a large piece of stone; so he took me off to J. C. Stone's "junk pile," where we selected a five-by-ten, quarry-side-out slice of local Heritage, which, it turned out, was the same rock I'd selected, polished of course, for counter-tops. He cut it to size and salvaged a mantelpiece out of one edge; four men spent the better part of a day successfully getting that one-ton piece into the house and lowered onto its specially constructed support. From my armchair facing the stone wall, and hearth, I live all year with Clark's work and mind. The final contribution in the house was his suggestion -- and installation, behind my armchair -- of asymmetrical stone shelves on the back side of a chimney that was exposed in enlarging the living room; the sense of humor in those shelves is all Clark's. At the conclusion of the whole process he presented me with one of his cleaned-up old bottles, still displayed, a fragile, delicate counterpart to his insertions of stone. Years later, as I realized that I could make a nice amphitheater out of the massive granite foundation stones removed when cement had replaced them in the renovation, I called on Clark again. He examined the site, wondered whether a farm building once had occupied it, warned that without proper drainage the stones would sink into the earth, and went to work excavating; in the process he uncovered great flat slabs of stone that indeed once had served as floor; then he saw to drainage, carefully arranged and placed the foundation stones, and, added his touch to the view out my back windows. His spirit remains, enlivens the house, and regularly brings admiration and smiles. Bill Weary, Newcastle

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