Marvin Eugene Scott

Marvin Scott was born January 2, 1956, in Putnam County Tennessee, to the late Hollis Paul and Anna Bell Scott of the Double Springs Community. He passed away on Wednesday, September 18, 2024, surrounded by family.
He is survived by his dedicated and loving wife of 48 years, Renita Lynne; one son Paul and daughter- in- law, Misti Scott; 2 grandchildren Jocelyn Lee Scott (special friend Ty), and Mason Paul Scott, all of Sparta Tennessee; one brother, James Scott (Sherry); one sister, Kim Scott, both of the Double Springs community; one brother-in-law, Ronnie Robinson of Sparta, Tennessee; three sisters-in-law, Sherry Scott (James) of the Double Springs Community, Shirley Austin (John) of Cookeville, Tennessee, Judy Scott of Sparta, Tennessee; one nephew Andrew Scott, of the Double Springs community; three nieces, Amanda Brown (Ryan) of Nolensville, Tennessee, Kelsy Miller (Robert) of Cookeville, Tennessee, and Stacie McDonald (Brandon) of Sparta, Tennessee; 8 great nieces and nephews, and special family friend Edna Wilson.
From his wife:
"Most knew Marvin as a truck driver of tall stature, mighty strength, a loving family man, and oh yes, a man of strong opinions.
Marvin was all of those things and more. As a youngster he enjoyed playing basketball. As a teenager he sowed his share of "wild oats", including drag racing.
Who knew this gentle giant could cook? He was actually quite a good cook. He even made our wedding cake! How many women can say that? He may have become interested in cooking while working at the Thunderbird Motel as a chef in Cookeville. Marvin would smoke meat and enjoyed making dishes or whole dinners for his family or extended family. When it became necessary to cut sugar from his diet, he was determined to make sugar free donuts, and he did. He found a recipe, tweaked it to meet his taste, and everyone loved them.
In the early part of our marriage, we bought some property we were over the moon happy. Not long after, Marvin was in an accident and broke his neck. He was so worried because we had tobacco out and hay down. He was overwhelmed when friends and neighbors put the hay up and then cut the tobacco and put it in the barn. He never forgot the kindness of those who helped us out in one of our most difficult times. He told the story many times over the years and tried to do the same for others as well.
Marvin was a mechanic who liked to restore old tractors, bringing the past back to life. He liked to farm and garden, ride motorcycles, and play games. Some were made up games played while actually working, like foot races in the tobacco field. He liked to watch YouTube and learned how to make his composter. Something we had to get used to was Marvin sewing up his own cuts. His stitches weren't bad. Maybe he learned his stitching from working at Dixie Furniture.
Over the years, he owned a trucking business and a wrecker business and well as drove a mail route for others. During his years of trucking, he made many lifelong friends that he cherished very much. Truckers are a brotherhood.
Our son Paul remembers him as a hard worker, a strong disciplinarian, an invincible man, and his best friend and his hero. He doesn't understand why he turned to a marshmallow when the grandkids came. They worked together for many years and developed an uncommon closeness.
The grandkids viewed "Big PaPa" as the man to go to when they needed something fixed, or they were in trouble with Mom or Dad. Mr. Marshmallow to the rescue.
Over the course of the years, he had many nicknames such as "Big PaPa ", "Chief", "Rabbit", "Big Marv", and "Starvin Marvin". Of course, his favorite was "Big PaPa".
Marvin had rededicated his life and was looking forward to regaining his strength so he could attend church where his nephew is pastor.
Over 48 years of marriage, we've loved, laughed, cried, and struggled, but we did it together. Our family will miss him with a depth without measure but know that his life was full and blessed."
Arrangements are not yet finalized.
Online condolences may be made to the family at oaklawnmemorial.com