By the help of God I will try to write the obituary of my husband, Harlen.  He was born in Jenkins, Kentucky
on January 12, 1921 to Hamilton and Virgie Blanton Jenkins.  Harlen met Maltie Caudill when he was 18 years
of age.  They were married April 10, 1939 and to this union was born one child, Naomi Jenkins Phipps.  Harlen
had 5 brothers that preceded him in death, Earnest, Townsel, Melvin, Noah, Ham Jr. and his mother and father.  
Left to mourn is his wife, Malti, daughter, Naomi, son-in-law, Layton Phipps, six grandchildren, Roger (Rosie)
Phipps, Theresa (Larry) Byrd, Regina Phipps, James (Barbara) Phipps, Rebecca Phipps, and Elizabeth (Wally)
Smith.  Eight great-grandchildren, Brian Roger Phipps, Roger Dale Phipps, Jennifer Nichole Lynch, Timothy
Layton Byrd, Jimmy Dale Phipps, Cora Elizabeth Phipps, Matthew Kevin Byrd and Jaime Ellen Phipps.  Harlen
has one living brother, Henry Jenkins.  Harlen was a good husband, and at 52 years of age, he developed heart
trouble and had open heart surgery.  At that time he wasn’t a Christian but a few days after his surgery he
turned his life over to the Lord.  He joined the United Baptist Church and lived a faithful life and soldier for the
Lord.  We moved to Pleasant Plain, Ohio in 1974 and started going to the Northern New Home Old Regular
Baptist Church in Goshen, Ohio.  On May 11, 1986 we were baptized.  He loved his brothers and sisters in he
church and they all called him (Paw) Jenkins.  His son-in-law, Layton started building a church in 1999 in Beaver,
Ohio and finished it in July, 2000.  He named it Rose of Sharon.  Harlen and I went with the arm from Northern
New home to establish the church on October 7, 2000.  Harlen loved to put out a garden and his gardens
always were bountiful.  He would always pray over his gardens and the Lord would always bless them.  He also
loved animals, any kind but especially horses, and they loved him too.  But to him his church always came first,
whether he felt like going or not, he was there.

    We all miss him very much and there is an empty seat down here, but he won’t have to suffer with illness

    God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be.  So he put his arms around you and whispered “come
to me.”

    A precious heart stopped beating, hard working hands took rest, God broke our hearts to show us he only
takes the best.

    Every day we miss you, no more our lives to share, but in our hearts your memory will be forever there.

                              His loving wife, Maltie Jenkins and Daughter Naomi Phipps
Harlen Jenkins