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Celebrating the life of
Arthur "Artie" Fisher
Passed away on October 03, 2019
Services under the direction of:
Fox & Weeks Funeral Directors, Hodgson Chapel
912-352-7200
  • A private burial will held.

Arthur Edward Fisher was a decidedly memorable man and I'm grateful to have had him involved my life. He was the hard core United States Marine who shared stories with me when he was on leave. In the late 1960’s and early 1970’s we shared a home together for several years. Artie was the one with the 100hp Thunderbird speed boat, the BMW 750cc motorcycle, snow skis and the cool laser-striped Ford Torino in Babylon NY. Every morning he went out in the front yard and proudly raised the American flag and every evening one of us ceremoniously lowered and folded it. Artie was devastated when the flag pole fell down during a storm in 1971. I built a stainless steel base and flagpole that could survive anything. He helped me install it using lots of cement and then took such pride in it. Everyone had to see how a real marine honors the stars and stripes. Artie bled patriotism, “all three colors” as he used to say. He trusted me to outfit his unmarked police car with hidden flashing lights, a siren, a switch to torn off one taillight and a headlight, and to design and fabricate stainless butt plates for his service revolvers. He wanted to be a stealthy detective and "no cop would ever drive around with a brake light or head light out." I was honored. Artie taught me how to SCUBA dive so I could get a job with an oyster company and often lent me is BMW motorcycle to go out on dates. He once asked me to build a special coffee table for Ellen, his girlfriend at the time. I worked on it for over a month and after I delivered it to her he told me they had broken up a few weeks earlier but he didn’t have the heart to tell me as he watched me work on it. He had a soft spot for everyone and a bigger heart than anyone I knew. Years went by and Artie was always there. He nicknamed my son Devon “the moose” as he was a large baby. As Devon grew older, he noticed Artie was a large man and called him a moose. The moose wrestling battles between Artie and Devon began whenever they were together. They continued for years and Artie loved every minute of it. For those of you who did not know Artie during the prime of his life, you missed knowing a very special man who relished life. As the decades passed and his life sometimes let him down in ways he never expected, his sense of humor and dedication to perfection sustained him. I prefer to think of those early days as Artie was the man all his nephews wanted to be and the friend his piers admired. He always came to every family event equipped with spontaneous joy. He will be missed for a very long time. God bless you Moose!!

David Flushing, Wildwood, MO

I am so sorry to hear this news. May we all look forward to the time when sickness is no longer part of our lives. “ And no resident will say: “I am sick.” - Isaiah 33:24. We can be sure this promise will come true because our loving God will always keep his word. Your family is in my prayers.

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Uncle Artie was a big man with a huge heart. I will miss him. Rest in peace. Semper fi.

Andrew Dean, West Islip, New York

Arthur (Artie) Edward Fisher passed away October 3rd, 2019 at Memorial Hospital in Savannah Ga. surrounded by his family. Born October 28th, 1937 in Rosedale NY, he graduated from Andrew Jackson High School and proudly enlisted in the US Marine Corp from 1955 to 1958. He went to work for Pan American Airways and joined the Nassau County Police Department in 1965. During his 20 year career he was a patrolman, served in the Crime Prevention Unit and attained the rank of Detective and retired in 1985. He lived in North Babylon NY and was also a 1st Degree Mason of the Babylon Lodge.

He then moved to Hilton Head Island SC in 1985 with his family and was a member of the Shipyard Golf Club where he served as president of the Men's Association. He loved playing golf, won the Men's Championship one year enjoyed arranging golf tournaments and worked for the Marriott Hotel.

After leaving Hilton Head Island he moved to Melbourne FL where he lived for twenty two years, played golf and got a Hole in One, worked part time for Enterprise and loved his time with his girlfriend, Jan Hardy. Due to failing health his children moved him to a nursing facility in 2017 in Savannah Ga. until his death.

He attended Suffolk Community College and received an Associate degree in Criminal Justice and then attended New York Institute of Technology and received a Bachelors degree in Behavioral Science.

He was preceded in death by his brothers Albert and Robert and his sisters Eleanor Flushing and Dorothy Fisher. He is survived by his sister Lillian Ether of Florida and several nephews and nieces. Surviving are his two cherished children, Keith Fisher (Joanna) and Kristin Schlabs (Matthew) and his loving six grandchildren Brendan, Gage, Wren, Jameson, Jacob and Eden. He is also survived by his ex-wife and good friend Connie Fisher.

He was a kind sweet man and extremely patriotic who loved his country and his favorite colors were red, white and blue. A private service will be held at the Long Island National Cemetery at a later date.

In lieu of flowers the family would appreciate donations to the Alzheimer's Foundation of America in his memory.

 

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Arthur Edward Fisher was a decidedly memorable man and I'm grateful to have had him involved my life. He was the hard core United States Marine who shared stories with me when he was on leave. In the late 1960’s and early 1970’s we shared a home together for several years. Artie was the one with the 100hp Thunderbird speed boat, the BMW 750cc motorcycle, snow skis and the cool laser-striped Ford Torino in Babylon NY. Every morning he went out in the front yard and proudly raised the American flag and every evening one of us ceremoniously lowered and folded it. Artie was devastated when the flag pole fell down during a storm in 1971. I built a stainless steel base and flagpole that could survive anything. He helped me install it using lots of cement and then took such pride in it. Everyone had to see how a real marine honors the stars and stripes. Artie bled patriotism, “all three colors” as he used to say. He trusted me to outfit his unmarked police car with hidden flashing lights, a siren, a switch to torn off one taillight and a headlight, and to design and fabricate stainless butt plates for his service revolvers. He wanted to be a stealthy detective and "no cop would ever drive around with a brake light or head light out." I was honored. Artie taught me how to SCUBA dive so I could get a job with an oyster company and often lent me is BMW motorcycle to go out on dates. He once asked me to build a special coffee table for Ellen, his girlfriend at the time. I worked on it for over a month and after I delivered it to her he told me they had broken up a few weeks earlier but he didn’t have the heart to tell me as he watched me work on it. He had a soft spot for everyone and a bigger heart than anyone I knew. Years went by and Artie was always there. He nicknamed my son Devon “the moose” as he was a large baby. As Devon grew older, he noticed Artie was a large man and called him a moose. The moose wrestling battles between Artie and Devon began whenever they were together. They continued for years and Artie loved every minute of it. For those of you who did not know Artie during the prime of his life, you missed knowing a very special man who relished life. As the decades passed and his life sometimes let him down in ways he never expected, his sense of humor and dedication to perfection sustained him. I prefer to think of those early days as Artie was the man all his nephews wanted to be and the friend his piers admired. He always came to every family event equipped with spontaneous joy. He will be missed for a very long time. God bless you Moose!!

David Flushing, Wildwood, MO

I am so sorry to hear this news. May we all look forward to the time when sickness is no longer part of our lives. “ And no resident will say: “I am sick.” - Isaiah 33:24. We can be sure this promise will come true because our loving God will always keep his word. Your family is in my prayers.

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Candle tribute lit by Pat Chedhire — New York

Candle tribute lit by Joe Newberry — South Carolina

Uncle Artie was a big man with a huge heart. I will miss him. Rest in peace. Semper fi.

Andrew Dean, West Islip, New York

Candle tribute lit by Tari Richardson — Colorado


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