March 16 1955 July 4 2019
Harlan S. Lucas, 64, of Kensett, died Thursday (July 4, 2019) at his home in Kensett. A memorial service will be held 11:00am Thursday (July 11, 2019) at Bride Colonial Chapel, 110 E. Springs Street, Manly, IA. Military Honors will be provided by the Edward Tosel American Legion Post 110. Harlan Sanford Lucas, the son of H. Stanley and Beverly (Coe) Lucas, was born on March 16, 1955 in Mason City. He graduated from Lake Mills High School before earning his Associates Degree at NIACC and joining the United States Airforce. After being honorably discharged, Harlan began working for the Parks Department at Zion Park and Mount Rushmore in South Dakota. Later he worked for the Fish and Wildlife Department of the Crab Orchard Wildlife Area in Illinois. Recently he semi-retired to help his parents. In his free time, Harlan enjoyed fishing, going to antique stores, garage sales and was a collector of books. He has also traveled all over the United States. Harlan is survived by his parents, H. Stanley and Beverly (Coe) Lucas. He was preceded in death by grandparents, Charles and Charlotte Lucas, and Raymond and Margaret Coe, his aunt, Elizabeth Morse as well as many other aunts and uncles. To send flowers or a memorial gift to the family of Harlan S Lucas please visit our Sympathy Store.
Our most sincere sympathies to the family and friends of Harlan S Lucas March 16 1955 July 4 2019.
Death notice for the town of: Manly, state: Iowa
My deepest sympathy and condolences go out to Stanley and Beverly Lucas for the sudden loss of your son, Harlan. It is my hope that you will find comfort and love from each other now with a promise of eternal life.
To Harlan:
So We’ll Go No More a Roving
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
Mary Jo Barsness-Kroninger
LMCHS Class of 1974