Kenneth L. KINCAID

NEWPORT NEWS - On Dec. 25, 2010, Kenneth Lee Kincaid took his last breath with Marilyn and Ed by his side.
Ken was a kind, loving and generous man. He was born in Shinnston, W.Va., on March 9, 1916, the second of five children to Ethel Preston and Charles Ross Kincaid. He was preceeded in death by his parents and his siblings: Eugene Ross, Lillian Justine, Denzil Vernon and Robert Preston Kincaid; a spouse, Mary Louise Crago Kincaid and his little dog, Abby.
He is survived by his daughter, Marilyn Lee Kincaid Whitley and her
partner, Edgar Ernst Maroney, with whom he made his home. Additional
survivors include his daughter, Brenda Jo Kincaid Hearn; a granddaughter, Katie Lynn Hearn Hendrix and her husband, Chris. Ken had a wonderful extended family through the Maroney family, especially Eddie, Jen and Taylor.
Ken was the epitome of what has made this country great. He was a hard
worker who loved his family, his friends and his country. He lived through the Great Depression and never forgot that struggle. As a young boy, he helped to support his parents and siblings by delivering groceries for Sam Bell. He worked hard his entire life. During WWII, he enlisted in the Army Air Corps, which later became the USAF. Upon his retirement, he went to work for the USPS, retiring in 1982. In the years following his retirement, he did all types of odd jobs to keep himself busy. Ken was an avid reader, a lover of history and politics. He had a wonderful sense of humor. He never was without his Atlas and a magnifying glass by his side. His love of Westerns, including the Louis Lamour novels was legendary. He enjoyed astronomy and science. Gadgets, especially those involving a special technology, made him happy. In the past year, when his daily trips to breakfast with Marilyn became too much for him, he would sit out by the lake whistling to the birds. He became affectionately known as "the whistler." He would whistle 24/7.
He could whistle Broadway show tunes, military marches, hymns and
popular songs. He loved Ed. In the mornings, we would hear "the whistler"
as he pushed his little walker to the kitchen, looking for his breakfast.
If Ed didn't respond, the whistle became louder. He called Ed his chief cook and bottle washer.
Ken loved for Marilyn to drive him around in her convertible. He would
hum and whistle to the stereo. He always knew that a ride in the car meant a stop for his all-time special treat, ice cream.
The house is quiet today but the memory of "the whistler" will forever
live in our hearts.
The family will receive friends to celebrate Ken's life at the home of Ed and Marilyn on Thursday, Dec. 30, 2010, beginning at 6:30 p.m. View and post condolences on our online guestbook at dailypress.com/guestbooks.