Birth date: Jan 28, 1949 Death date: Feb 20, 2014
Cody Lawrence Niccum, son of Lawrence and Gladys Irene Krause Niccum, was born January 28, 1949, in Springfield, Missouri. He departed this life Thursday, February 20, 2014, in Mercy Hospital, in Springfield, Missouri, at the age Read Obituary
I would like to say Happy 67 th Birthday to Cody. Yesterday was his Birthday.
Happy Birthday Birthday to Cody. My husband would have been 67 years old yesterday. I still love and miss him a lot.
Vicki Niccum this is in remembrance of my husband Cody' s B-day yesterday.
Just found out about Cody's passing today. I guess that's the price you pay for living on a mountain and not going to town anymore than you have to. Spent several years coaching kids baseball with Cody and it's a fact, that he liked to win. As a matter of fact, I have a picture of Cody, myself and the team hanging on my wall, since 1980.
One of my favorite memories was one night when we were playing scrabble and he put down the word "arn". I asked him what the heck is "arn" and told me, it's like when you "arn" the clothes. Though I hadn't seen Cody in years, I did get to talked to him on the phone a couple years back. He was one of a kind. We need more people like that. He is missed....
Cody and bill hanging out playing cards their way!!!Also cody use to hunt with my dad and bill..Cody was a good friend.I wish we had know he lived in mo.Prayers for all the family!!!B&C Rhodes
I'm so sadden to hear about Cody ' s passing. We use to stay all night At Each Others House As teenagers. We always went out of our way to have fun. My thoughts and prayers to the family.
Our thoughts & prayers are with the family at this difficult time. I have a lot of good memories of Cody, especially growing up. I remember him taking my brother Zach & I to many of our soccer games. No matter what he was there cheering us on. I'm forever grateful to Cody for what did for us growing up while he was married to our mom. God Bless.
-Heather (Bailey), Dan & Eli Cook
Some memories of Cody, by his sister, Lydia
Fighting with him over who got to iron the clothes-yes, we were that bored as children-fighting over who got to hold the baby (if there was one around), he always loved little kids, even if he did torture then at times, by tickling until they could not breath, bugging us till we played ball or cards – he did not like to lose, 5 kids sitting in the backseat of a car, him the only boy, always getting us in trouble (it had to be him, it could not have been me), the incessant singing of “Born on a mountain top in Tennessee-Davy, Davy Crockett”, he really wanted to be just like him, riding home on his new bicycle through the freshly laid tar on the road, what a mess, when he turned about 16, he spent a lot of time in front of the mirror, Mom pounding the table in frustration when trying to get him to do his homework, the barking of his dogs, back from a hunt, unloading the dogs right when your date walked you to the door, racoon skins nailed to boards, coaching kids who no one else would, sleeping on the back porch even during the winter (there really wasn’t always room in the houe), but he liked the freedom, becoming a father, being a father and it never being simple, trying and trying to get things right, finding the right one, persevering, paying his debts, never smoking, coming to help with Mom after working nights, not quitting until he found the right place, then having enough sense to know when he found it, being true to his culture, knowing the value of a bowl of pinto beans, being a human, finding his faith, and this is not a memory yet, but I am convinced that if there are raccoons in heaven, then he and Dad and Willie Day have each and every one of them treed by now, and they are calling the dogs home.
