Pidgie Joe McQueen, age 77 of Cumberland, KY, entered eternal peace on April 18, 2020, at his residence surrounded by his loving family.
He was born on January 17, 1943, in Benham, KY unto the union of his parents, Arthur and Mattie McClure McQueen.
Joe was a retired coal miner from Benham International Harvesters. He was part of the Tri-City Little League for over Fifty years. Joe always loved the game of baseball and was happy to share his knowledge with the kids. He had a passion for gardening and looked forward to planting every year.
Joe’s real passion was the Lord and if the church doors were open, that’s where you would find him. Joe believed in the Pentecostal faith and was a member of the Victory Road Pentecostal Church for most of his life. However, you could find him in any church on any given day at any time. He loved to worship the Lord.
He is preceded in death by his loving wife, Doris of fifty-eight years of marriage, parents, Arthur and Mattie McClure McQueen, brothers, Ralph, Lee Ray and Ernest (Jimbo) McQueen.
Joe leaves behind to mourn his passing, four loving children, daughter, Joann (Wade) Farley of Williamstown, KY, son, Ricky (Tammy) McQueen, son, Robert McQueen, daughter, Sherry McQueen all of Cumberland, KY, seven grandchildren, nine great grandchildren that thought he hung the moon.
He has three brothers, Buddy McQueen of Sardinia, Ohio, Harrison McQueen of Cumberland, KY, Gene McQueen of Louisville, KY, sister, Ida Hammons of Mason, Ohio, a host of many nieces and nephews and life-long friends.
Due to Covid-19 Governmental mandatory restrictions and CDC guidelines, all services will be private.
He will be buried in the Raleigh Cemetery in Letcher County.
Today I gained a Guardian angel, his name is Pidgie Joe McQueen, also known as my grandfather. Lord knows if there is anyone crazy enough to sit in the passenger seat while I'm driving, it’s him. My papaw passed this morning to be with his lovely wife Doris. My papaw helped shape me into the man I am today. He passed on his passion for horsepower and firearms to me at a young age. He taught me to shoot at the age of 6. He also taught me how to burn out.... in a brand new $70,000 truck that neither of us owned. I was 16 at the time with no license or permit!! I have to many memories of him to list them all, but the best lesson he taught me was how to except Jesus as my Lord and Savior. He was a man of faith like no other. He never once missed a day of worship when his health was with him and even in the end when his aliments had the better of him, you could always hear him whispering a prayer. As a child, I can still remember waking up early and spending countless hours with him in his garden. He loved growing crops. He would grow acres of plants just to give it all away to people that needed it or wanted it. He had always told me that he wishes when he would pass that he'd be sitting under his shade tree. While that was not the case, in his mind I’m sure he was under that shade tree where he was happy. I Love You Pap.
So, I would like to leave you with a quote that I had heard many years ago and has stuck with me. No words ring truer for Pidgie Joe McQueen:
"We come to bury his body but not his spirit. We come to bury his voice, but not his message. We come to bury his hands, but not his good works. We come to bury his heart, but not his love. Never his love." - Father Michael Duffy
With Love from Todd, your grandson!
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