Arnold L. Horn

ROCHESTER – Arnold Lloyd Horn, 92, of Rochester, passed away peacefully on Thursday, Sept. 1, 2022.

A celebration of the life was held at 10 a.m. Thursday, Sept. 8, 2022, at the Good Family Funeral Home, Rochester. His family received friends from 5-7 p.m. Sept. 7 and an hour prior to his services on Thursday. Pastor Rod Ruberg officiated. Burial followed in the Rochester, IOOF Cemetery.

Arnold was born on Sept. 17, 1929, to Alden John William Horn and Gertrude Leora Brock in Marshall County, Ind., and spent his childhood working on the family farm in Mendota. Arnold and Kay were married on Dec. 27, 1959, at the Bethlehem Baptist Church and were married over 62 years.

He is survived by two loving daughters and sons-in-law, Kristy and Ian Sheeler and Beth and Myron Cohagan; two amazing grandchildren, Abigail and her husband Jacob Richard, and Evan Cohagan; one precocious great-granddaughter, Madison Marie Richard; and a sister and her family, Wilma Jean Stamberger of Rochester.

He is preceded in death by baby brother Horn, a sister, Maxine Horn, and his parents.

After spending time in Trieste, Italy during the Korean War, he returned to Rochester where he met Ruth Kay Harvey at the root beer stand where she was a carhop. The two could be seen tooling around Rochester in Arnold’s pink convertible in the mid-1950s, Arnold with a sly grin on his face.

Arnold was a lifetime farmer, lover of all things out-of-doors, an avid hunter and gun enthusiast. At any time on the farm there may have been a dog, cats, pigs, a cow, and even a pony. Arnold could be found tinkering in his shed or swapping stories with his buddies over coffee. He retired from farming in the late 1990s and moved into Rochester where he has resided with Kay since 2004. Arnold attended Riverview Community Church and he loved spending time with his grandchildren and great-granddaughter. His grandson Evan inherited his mechanical skills and surprised Grandpa Arnold by restoring his 1936 Farmall F-12 and 1929 Case L tractors.

Until recently he could be seen on his daily drives, starting first at the Streamliner for a breaded tenderloin, then out to the farms and past the country school where the Mennonite children would wave as he drove by.