Gary W. Maggard

June 04, 1937 ‒ December 12, 2014

Mount Vernon, Ohio

Gary W. Maggard, age 77, of Mount Vernon passed away peacefully on Friday, December 12, 2014 at his home surrounded by his loving family.
He was born on June 4, 1937 in Hellier, Kentucky to the late Curtis and Hester (Robinson) Maggard. Mr. Maggard was the owner and operator of Maggard’s of Mount Vernon. He was a devoted believer in Jesus Christ and was member of the Reynoldsburg Baptist Church and Mt. Zion Lodge #9 F & AM. He was a two time past Master of the Bloomfield Lodge in Centerburg. Mr. Maggard was a veteran serving in the United States Air Force.
He is survived by his wife Mary (Treyz) Maggard; his children Laura (John) Cook, Mark (Amy) Maggard, Linda (David) Patrick, Michael (Birgit) Maggard; his daughter-in-law Kim Maggard; seventeen grandchildren; eighteen great grandchildren; his sister Patty (Glenn) Damron; and three step-sons, Roger Jacobsen, Paul Jacobsen, and Roy (Estrella) Jacobsen.
Besides his parents, Mr. Maggard was preceded in death by his first wife of fifty-five years Geraldine “Jerry” Maggard, his son Matthew Maggard and his grandson Ryan Maggard.
Friends may call on Sunday from 1 – 3 PM at the Dowds-Snyder Funeral Home. A service will be held on Monday, at the funeral home, beginning at 11 AM with Pastor Bob Veenhuis officiating. Entombment will follow in Mount Vernon Memorial Gardens Cemetery.
To send the family a condolence online visit: www.snyderfuneralhomes.com
The Dowds-Snyder Funeral Home is honored to serve the family of Gary W. Maggard.

  • When we first met Gary this past spring, our first impression was his Christian love and affection toward God, Mary, and ourselves. We know that Gary is now with the Lord, and that his suffering is over. The Bible teaches us that this life is a temporary journey and, for those who love God, there is victory over death. May God bless and protect each of those who knew and loved Gary and let our grief be assuaged by the knowledge that he is with Jesus.

  • What a dear, sweet man who has been through more than anyone should, yet always had a smile on his face. I didn’t know Gary all that well, only seeing him on occasion, but he never forgot who I was when I stopped in to his store for carpet samples. And these visits were never short. We would always have a seat and solve the worlds problems. I will miss those occasional meetings. Gary will certainly be missed by many. May you rest in peace, my friend.

  • Birgit, my deepest condolences on the loss of your beloved father-in-law. He and Geri made you welcome in their home many years ago and I know how much their kindness meant to you. You, his wife Mary, and your family are in my prayers for comfort, strength and peace now and in the coming days. I cannot come to calling hours but wanted you to know my heart is with you at this time. Blessings, Lou Baker

  • Gary Maggard was my uncle. Distance could be to blame for why we were not very close. Yet distance never kept me from knowing my uncle Gary. Growing up, I spent countless days, nights, and summers with my grandparents. It was during that time I came to know my uncle Gary. You see, Gary was my grandmother’s baby and her only son. As moms would do, she doted on the baby. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. While there, I suppose I was called Gary more times than my name. Maybe she was reliving raising him through me. Uncle Gary’s parents never had much in the way of material possessions. What they did have was much more valuable. They lived in a home full of love and memories. I would not hesitate to bet Gary’s family became a product of this same bond. A day hardly went by that I wouldn’t pick something up and ask, “where did this come from Granny?” She would smile and say, “Gary made that.” The thing Gary and I had most in common was his mother’s love. She would have given either of us her last dime, and more than once, probably did. Aside from visits, Granny looked most forward to receiving her weekly phone call from Gary. I know this because she would spend the rest of the day sharing those precious words with me and Papaw. Gary’s Dad was a preacher and a gunsmith. He deeply loved both professions. He made muzzle loading rifles from scratch. As a boy I would stand beside Papaw and watch him turn a block of wood into a magnificent family heirloom. Yes, I watched him build the one that hung on Gary’s wall. You see, I too have one of those family heirlooms hanging on my wall. I am blessed to be a small part of the wonderful history of the Maggard family.

  • Gary Maggard was my uncle. Distance could be to blame for why we were not very close. Yet distance never kept me from knowing my uncle Gary. Growing up, I spent countless days, nights, and summers with my grandparents. It was during that time I came to know my uncle Gary. You see, Gary was my grandmother’s baby and her only son. As moms would do, she doted on the baby. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. While there, I suppose I was called Gary more times than my name. Maybe she was reliving raising him through me. Uncle Gary’s parents never had much in the way of material possessions. What they did have was much more valuable. They lived in a home full of love and memories. I would not hesitate to bet Gary’s family became a product of this same bond. A day hardly went by that I didn’t pick up something and ask ” where did this come from Granny.” She would smile and say “Gary made that.” The thing Gary and I had most in common was his mother’s love. She would have given either of us her last dime, and more than once, probably did. Aside from visits, Granny looked most forward to her weekly call from Gary. I know this because she would spend the rest of the day sharing those precious words with me and Papaw. Gary’s dad was a preacher and a gunsmith. He deeply loved both professions. He made muzzle loading rifles from scratch. As a boy I would stand beside Papaw and watch him turn a block of wood into a magnificent family heirloom. Yes, I watched him build the one that hung on Gary’s wall. You see, I too have one of those family heirlooms hanging on my wall. I am blessed to be a small part of the wonderful history of thr Maggard family.
    Terry Johnson

  • Linda… Prayers for your family at this time. God bless Mr. Maggard as he enters your presence, hold his loved ones in your gentle embrace always.
    Love you Linda….
    Sherry

  • I will always remember my uncle Gary not only because of his kind heart toward me each time I would spend time with him, but because of the daddy he was to his kids growing up. My cousins Laurie, Linda, Mat, Mark and Mike not only respected their dad they obviously modeled his love in their parenting.
    The circle of Maggard love goes on and on and on…
    Thinking today about Gary Geri Granny Papaw Mat Ryan….thinking today about so much love in the Maggard family.

  • I MISSED READING ABOUT GARY’S PASSING IN THE NEWSPAPER AND WOULD NOT HAVE KNOWN ABOUT IT HAD I NOT FOUND IT ONLINE. I WAS CHECKING THE OBITUARIES FOR SOMETHING ELSE AND WAS SHOCKED AND SADDENED WHEN I FOUND GARY’S.

    I KNEW HIM AS A BUSINESSMAN, HAVING CHOSEN TO HAVE HIM AND HIS COMPANY TO CARPET MY HOUSE EACH TIME IT WAS NEEDED. HOWEVER, AS MANY OF HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY KNOW, GARY WAS MORE THAN A BUSINESSMAN TO HIS CUSTOMERS. HE WAS A FRIEND AND MADE HIS CUSTOMERS LIKE THEY WERE FRIENDS AND FAMILY TOO.

    I WILL MISS KNOWING THAT HE IS NOT ON THIS EARTH ANYMORE BUT AT LEAST HE IS AT PEACE NOW.

    MY SYMPATHIES ARE WITH HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS