Kenny, age 68, of Webb City, Missouri, passed away Saturday, February 21, 2025 with his loving wife, Karen by his side.
Kenny was born on March 31, 1956 in Noel, Missouri. Parents: Arthur Dean Litchfield and Rita Fay Penn. He was married to Melinda and was blessed with two children: Amy and Charles Litchfield. On November 7, 2015 Kenny and Karen were united in marriage.
In 1975 heaven gained an angel, Kenny’s daughter, Amanda Litchfield. In passing, Kenny lives on through his family: Wife: Karen Jean of Webb City; Daughter: Amy of Joplin; Son, Charles & wife, Kimberly of Racine and four grandsons: Jordan, Josh, Brodie (PeeWee), and Jackson George. Kenny also leaves behind his brothers and their families: Dennis, Kevin, Jeff. Kenny loved his children of the heart: Kennith & Cortnie Anderson of Joplin, Kinleah Anderson & Hanna Carson of Webb City; Kody & Chrislynn Price and great-grandsons, Brantly and Karston: Kailei (Princess) Tate and Dalton and their son, Luke. Lastly, Kenny leaves behind many beloved friends.
Kenny wore various hats in his life including grocery store manager, auctioneer, rodeo clown, bull rider, cattleman, and dirt track racecar driver.
Arrangements are under the direction of Ozark Memorial Park Crematory Joplin, MO
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Mr. Kenny came into the western store I was running in Joplin and we instantly hit it off , when I was able to properly steam and shape his cowboy hat. Even selling him a new one. We talked rodeo and he had so many legit old school cowboy qualities that reminded me of my dad. I enjoyed his stories so much and I could match him in conversation and experience he had.
I convinced him since he was “The Real Deal” and we needed help at the western store to apply. Didn’t take much twisting and I knew he would be a asset and would have a great time as a people person. He was quickly hired and turned the store around. He especially loved it when kids would run up to him and ask if he was “A REAL COWBOY!!” encouraging another generation that being a cowboy was one of the greatest , hard, and oldest professions, also being a cowboy was some of the best times of his life.
He will be so greatly missed. Heaven gained a man that always tried to make others around feel appreciated, and he was a mentor to younger generations.
May your horse never stumble, your cattle never stray, your fence never need fixin, your hayfields are always in abundance.
Your entry fee has been paid and every ride is a payday.
Kenny go ride high on streets of gold. I know I’ll see you again and we will take that trail ride we didn’t get to.
Love and miss you,
Christina
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