On January 31, , Arlin Staples Ovard, 64, was set free from a six-year battle with the insurmountable foe of frontal temporal degeneration FTD.
He passed at his home after a full day of visits from his family and dearest friends. Although his time was shortened, he managed to make up for it with his energetic personality and sense of humor.
Arlin was born on July 5, , to Everett and Lanae Ovard. He used his hunting skills to collect and sell enough worms so he could buy a scout uniform, a bicycle, and his first horse. His Grandmother Ovard helped him sell them by the dozen for 15 cents. He knew how to work. At a young age, he took a job working a dairy for Bill Roberts, a man he greatly looked up to.
The work was tough, requiring long hours cleaning stalls and farming the dry farms that overlooked his valley home. His love for farming and ranching never relented. Arlin and His father, Everett, teamed up to pursue the long-standing dream of having their own cattle herd. The meaning of this operation was profound to Arlin. He made up for loose ends or run-down equipment by simply outworking the struggles.
It was not uncommon to see him rolling under a tractor or baler late into the night, or to witness his unwavering effort to coax a chilled newborn calf back to life.
