Lemuel Camuel (L.C.) McNeill, III, 80, was born on January 9, 1941 in Sherril, Arkansas, to Lemuel Camuel McNeill, II and Nola Hazel Camp McNeill. L.C. flew to his heavenly home on March 26, 2021 around 4pm our time.
L. C. grew up plowing fields, picking cotton, and jumping off Big Red before the mule could scrape him off with the barn door. He served in the US Navy for 9 years, as Cook, MP and was also a certified fire fighter on the ship. He was a boxer in the Navy and had multiple boxing and bowling trophies. He left the US Navy to spend more time with his growing family. He graduated from the Arkansas Baptist Seminary in 1974.
He was a well-loved and talented minister and teacher to several churches in Arkansas. He also started an American Missionary Baptist mission in Savannah Georgia and served that community for many years. He knocked on doors and visited shut ins, elderly, and others in need day and night, all during his career. When he preached it was straight from the King James Version of the Bible.
He started a restaurant in Arkansas named "My House" in 1984 and dreamed of it becoming a chain. He was the kind of man that sealed things with an honest handshake, would often pick people up off the side of the road and took them as far as he was going, helped his neighbor, and had chili cookouts at the house on cool fall nights. Our friends often spent weeks at our house when they needed a place to stay. Dad was a surrogate dad to them all. Dad also worked in sales for many years and was a manager for the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.
He loved his family, cooking big meals, dogs, hunting, fishing, riding horses and working with wood. He also loved playing pranks and teasing the people he liked and loved. If we fell, dad said "don't cry, you didn't break the floor," If we pouted, he threatened to "build a house on that bottom lip," If something hurt, he'd say "it will feel much better when it quits hurting." Or "bring me a hammer and you will forget all about that hurting." and if we got out of line, he didn't have to say anything, a look was enough.
In the last few years, Dad lived in the Arkansas State Veterans home. The staff there were especially caring and are extremely appreciated by the family. The Little Rock VA staff have been of great service to him and his family in his last days. Whether you knew him as L.C., Junior, Dad, GrandPa, PaNeill, Preacher, Boss, Mr. Mac, Uncle, etcetera, he was loved and respected by many. His presence goes on in all our tears, our loving each other, and of course, that spot in our hearts that is his forever.
L. C. grew up plowing fields, picking cotton, and jumping off Big Red before the mule could scrape him off with the barn door. He served in the US Navy for 9 years, as Cook, MP and was also a certified fire fighter on the ship. He was a boxer in the Navy and had multiple boxing and bowling trophies. He left the US Navy to spend more time with his growing family. He graduated from the Arkansas Baptist Seminary in 1974.
He was a well-loved and talented minister and teacher to several churches in Arkansas. He also started an American Missionary Baptist mission in Savannah Georgia and served that community for many years. He knocked on doors and visited shut ins, elderly, and others in need day and night, all during his career. When he preached it was straight from the King James Version of the Bible.
He started a restaurant in Arkansas named "My House" in 1984 and dreamed of it becoming a chain. He was the kind of man that sealed things with an honest handshake, would often pick people up off the side of the road and took them as far as he was going, helped his neighbor, and had chili cookouts at the house on cool fall nights. Our friends often spent weeks at our house when they needed a place to stay. Dad was a surrogate dad to them all. Dad also worked in sales for many years and was a manager for the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.
He loved his family, cooking big meals, dogs, hunting, fishing, riding horses and working with wood. He also loved playing pranks and teasing the people he liked and loved. If we fell, dad said "don't cry, you didn't break the floor," If we pouted, he threatened to "build a house on that bottom lip," If something hurt, he'd say "it will feel much better when it quits hurting." Or "bring me a hammer and you will forget all about that hurting." and if we got out of line, he didn't have to say anything, a look was enough.
In the last few years, Dad lived in the Arkansas State Veterans home. The staff there were especially caring and are extremely appreciated by the family. The Little Rock VA staff have been of great service to him and his family in his last days. Whether you knew him as L.C., Junior, Dad, GrandPa, PaNeill, Preacher, Boss, Mr. Mac, Uncle, etcetera, he was loved and respected by many. His presence goes on in all our tears, our loving each other, and of course, that spot in our hearts that is his forever.
Lemuel Camuel (L.C.) McNeill, III, 80, was born on January 9, 1941 in Sherril, Arkansas, to Lemuel Camuel McNeill, II and Nola Hazel Camp McNeill. L.C. flew to his heavenly home on March 26, 2021 around 4pm our time.
L. C. grew up plowing fields, picking cotton, and jumping off Big Red before the mule could scrape him off with the barn door. He served in the US Navy for 9 years, as Cook, MP and was also a certified fire fighter on the ship. He was a boxer in the Navy and had multiple boxing and bowling trophies. He left the US Navy to spend more time with his growing family. He graduated from the Arkansas Baptist Seminary in 1974.
He was a well-loved and talented minister and teacher to several churches in Arkansas. He also started an American Missionary Baptist mission in Savannah Georgia and served that community for many years. He knocked on doors and visited shut ins, elderly, and others in need day and night, all during his career. When he preached it was straight from the King James Version of the Bible.
He started a restaurant in Arkansas named "My House" in 1984 and dreamed of it becoming a chain. He was the kind of man that sealed things with an honest handshake, would often pick people up off the side of the road and took them as far as he was going, helped his neighbor, and had chili cookouts at the house on cool fall nights. Our friends often spent weeks at our house when they needed a place to stay. Dad was a surrogate dad to them all. Dad also worked in sales for many years and was a manager for the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.
He loved his family, cooking big meals, dogs, hunting, fishing, riding horses and working with wood. He also loved playing pranks and teasing the people he liked and loved. If we fell, dad said "don't cry, you didn't break the floor," If we pouted, he threatened to "build a house on that bottom lip," If something hurt, he'd say "it will feel much better when it quits hurting." Or "bring me a hammer and you will forget all about that hurting." and if we got out of line, he didn't have to say anything, a look was enough.
In the last few years, Dad lived in the Arkansas State Veterans home. The staff there were especially caring and are extremely appreciated by the family. The Little Rock VA staff have been of great service to him and his family in his last days. Whether you knew him as L.C., Junior, Dad, GrandPa, PaNeill, Preacher, Boss, Mr. Mac, Uncle, etcetera, he was loved and respected by many. His presence goes on in all our tears, our loving each other, and of course, that spot in our hearts that is his forever.
L. C. grew up plowing fields, picking cotton, and jumping off Big Red before the mule could scrape him off with the barn door. He served in the US Navy for 9 years, as Cook, MP and was also a certified fire fighter on the ship. He was a boxer in the Navy and had multiple boxing and bowling trophies. He left the US Navy to spend more time with his growing family. He graduated from the Arkansas Baptist Seminary in 1974.
He was a well-loved and talented minister and teacher to several churches in Arkansas. He also started an American Missionary Baptist mission in Savannah Georgia and served that community for many years. He knocked on doors and visited shut ins, elderly, and others in need day and night, all during his career. When he preached it was straight from the King James Version of the Bible.
He started a restaurant in Arkansas named "My House" in 1984 and dreamed of it becoming a chain. He was the kind of man that sealed things with an honest handshake, would often pick people up off the side of the road and took them as far as he was going, helped his neighbor, and had chili cookouts at the house on cool fall nights. Our friends often spent weeks at our house when they needed a place to stay. Dad was a surrogate dad to them all. Dad also worked in sales for many years and was a manager for the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette.
He loved his family, cooking big meals, dogs, hunting, fishing, riding horses and working with wood. He also loved playing pranks and teasing the people he liked and loved. If we fell, dad said "don't cry, you didn't break the floor," If we pouted, he threatened to "build a house on that bottom lip," If something hurt, he'd say "it will feel much better when it quits hurting." Or "bring me a hammer and you will forget all about that hurting." and if we got out of line, he didn't have to say anything, a look was enough.
In the last few years, Dad lived in the Arkansas State Veterans home. The staff there were especially caring and are extremely appreciated by the family. The Little Rock VA staff have been of great service to him and his family in his last days. Whether you knew him as L.C., Junior, Dad, GrandPa, PaNeill, Preacher, Boss, Mr. Mac, Uncle, etcetera, he was loved and respected by many. His presence goes on in all our tears, our loving each other, and of course, that spot in our hearts that is his forever.
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