Mark J. Haynes

NEW FRANKLIN---Mark J Haynes, 62 years passed away after a tragic accident at his home, on March 29, 2020. He was employed by Schwebel's Baking Company, in Youngstown, Ohio, where he was a Maintenance Supervisor. Mark was an avid hunter and lover of nature. He loved his family, friends, co-workers and especially his dogs.

He is survived by his wife of 43 years, Adele. son, Todd (Tiffany) Haynes, Nolan, Maddux; son, Mitchell (Andrea) Haynes, Alexis, Taylor; daughter Amy Bloomfield, Madison, Alexa and Zoey; Mother, Donna Haynes; Brother and best friend, Doug (Mary) Haynes; Sister, Nancy (Tim) Ballis; Brother-in-law, John (Kathy) Dyar; Sister-in-law, Susy (Rick) Pramik;

Cousins, Aunts, Nieces, Nephews and friends whom he loved with all his heart.

Preceded in death by his Father, Thomas, Grandparents and countless dogs, especially Jake, that met him at the gates of Heaven. We will miss his quick wit, laughter and love. We know you're walking the woods, in Heaven, with your Dad and Jake. Until we see you again, please be 'dif us.

Covid-19 has hit our lives pretty hard, but has also changed how we've had to deal with the death of our most loved, Mark Haynes. Mark was taken from our lives at the beginning of the pandemic therefore we were unable to have a funeral or even calling hours.
Now, one year later, we would love for you to help us finally celebrate Mark's life.
Please join us on Saturday, April 10, 2021 from 3pm - 5pm at the Silva-Hostetler Funeral Home, 1199 Wooster Rd. West, Barberton, to laugh & love, toast & roast Mark. In Mark's honor, please dress very casual, Camo preferred. To share a memory or send a condolence, please visit www.silva-hostetler.com (330-825-8700)

To share a memory or send a condolence, please visit www.silva-hostetler.com (330-825-8700)

Mark, you were a lover of everything simple and beautiful.  Your church was in the woods, your spirituality was in the fan of a spring tom turkey and the rub on a tree during rut.  Your art was the beautiful bluebirds you attracted to our yard.  Your realism was sometimes brutal but always honest.  Your hands were always warm, your eyes always dancing and your smile infectious.  Your sense of humor was constant.  Your anger, distant.  Your laugh contagious.

You are with our Lord now, playing with Jake and walking the woods with your dad.

I don’t know life, love, peace, comfort or security without you.

Until I see you again, please stay in my heart and guide me through this thing called life.  Please Be Dif me.

I Love You Forever, Del

My dad had a sense of humor that many didn’t get. He didn’t care who he offended, or who he ticked off as long as he was getting a laugh out of you. Growing up he coached my baseball teams. He came up with a phrase that stuck with the players on that team even to this day. “Poke it, Stroke it, Spank it, Crank it”. We even got shirts made in high school with that phrase. Then got in trouble for wearing them to school. And he was so happy and proud that our High School team wore those shirts. He loved coaching my teams. He asked about the players all the time. He pushed me. He pushed me physically and mentally in sports. He pushed me to my limit then slightly back off right before I broke. That is what I teach my children. But he taught me you cannot achieve your dreams unless you are strong mentally. He was very smart and his teachings are what my children are following today.
He loved my mom so much. And she knew it. He showed her love all the time. Kind of annoying actually. Don’t ever ask him to do something on Friday night. That was their “date night” and he stuck with it. I’m glad now that he stuck with it. My dad was a wonderful husband to my mom and a great dad to me and my brother. He had his faults especially when we were young but he made sure to sober himself up to become a better husband and father. I really hope they serve Tequila in heaven because he deserves a shot.
I Love you Dad.----Todd

Dad,
It was a beautiful chilly damp spring morning in Guernsey county. Our guns were loaded. Our camo was on. Spring turkey season. We sat getting bit by mosquitoes, waiting for the birds to wake up. You had your slate call in your hand. Calling them for me. We had no luck. We decided to take a walk. Try a new location. As we were walking, you were calling. Off in the distance, we heard the gobbles. THEY WERE CLOSE!! We hurried to get to the ground. I sat against a tree that was no thicker than 2". It was killing my back. But I sat still. Patient. You were calling still. Then I saw them. 3 beautiful gobblers in a line, full strut, coming right for us. We sat quietly. Waiting for them to get closer. My gun was at my shoulder. I knew which one I wanted. The big boy in the middle. The one with the beard dragging the ground. You hit your slate call one more time. They dropped their feathers,
lifted their heads. From 40 yards away, I took my shot. Feathers went flying, and so did the birds. Except for one. I dropped him! We both stood up, and ran for him. He started to roll down the hill, and I was so worried he was gonna get away. You assured me that he was dead, and he's not going anywhere. You told me to go get him. I ran to him, picked him up by the feet. HE WAS HEAVY!!!! 23 lbs. I carried him back up the hill, and sat him at our feet. In an instant we cheered, high fived, hugged and celebrated. You were so proud of me. I will never forget this day. My fondest memory with you.
Mark Haynes taught me so much in my life. Taught me to love the outdoors, love  animals, how to determine which bird is which, just by the sound they make. I'll never forget the look on his face when I called an owl to the house, and was talking back and forth with it, using only my mouth! Mark was a hard working man. Caring for his house, his yard, his dogs, and my mother. He will be missed by so many, and I will forever cherish every moment I had with him. I'm so proud of everything he accomplished in his life, and I'll always cherish the fact that I know he passed away with pride of me in his heart...….Mitch
 

This is a very sad time....... but I want to say a few words.  When ever Mark would come over he would go straight to the kitchen for a hand full of chocolate chip cookies,  and then come back a gain and give me a hug. He was quiet in a way until he had an opinion then we didn't have a hard time hearing him.  All of the kids  loved him.  Every one knew that Mark was different.  But we all loved him so deep.  He is with his Dad and Jesus. I love you so much, your Mommy.

Mark had a big heart even though he appeared to be such a tough guy for those that didn’t really know him.  I will never forget the constant support he showed to myself, Husband Tim and kids Danielle and Tyler. R.I.P. big brother you will truly be missed (lovingly known to me as ASS). He laughed every time I said that! 

Love Your favorite Sister

Nancy

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