Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Tell your favorite Aaron Marrs story...

23 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I remember Aaron telling me about his first experience grocery shopping as a bachelor. He walked right into the grocery store and just started grabbing things that he liked. By the end of it he was holding things under both arms while trying to balance the pile on top. It hadn't occured to him to grab a shopping cart.

--Greg

P.S. It was funny when he told it.

January 19, 2005 at 9:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaron and I frequented sushi restaurants a lot when he worked at Gotee. One day a few of us went out for sushi at Miyako and we had this really funny waitress who spoke bad English in sing-songy type of voice. Well, anyway, she would speak-sing "Wada Wada" to each of us when handing us our water glasses not knowing that we were all about to die laughing because her voice tickled us so much. The kicker was when she gave Carla Harper her meal and said-sang: "Hew you go Wady" and we all died laughing. I couldn't show my face in that restaurant for a while after that. Aaron would go around the office and just say "Hew you go Wady" just to get one of us to laugh. He could say practically anything and I would laugh...he was good at that.

January 19, 2005 at 12:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaron asked me if I could pick him up from the airport early on a Sunday morning...I think it was pretty early...like 7am or something...I'm in my car in the 10 minute waiting section of the BNA airport in my pjs...and here comes Aaron walking towards me dressed to the t in a nice black suit. I started laughing when he got in the car and said something smart like, "oh you dressed up for the airport, eh?" and his reply was "nah man, I never went to bed!" He had been at some wedding the night before in Florida...after the wedding he and some other guys had gone to the beach in the middle of the night and just played like a bunch of kids. He couldn't stop talking about what a great time he had. I was so impressed by that. Aaron lived every moment to its fullest.

Jerusha

January 19, 2005 at 4:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaron knew that I was having a hard time in my Biology class, so he made a deal with me that if I made an A in the class he would buy me dinner. I had gotten an assignment back and all that was written was "Yikes!" When I told Aaron he thought it was great. I didn't get the A, but Aaron told me that getting a "Yikes!" was a lot better than an A! Yikes became a word we used for a lot. I will never forget the time Aaron ate a spider that was dangling from the ceiling. It was amazing.
Aaron what an amazing guy! I have so many great memories that could I could go on and on with. He was the first person I met in Nashville and made a point to make me feel welcome. I loved our moments of singing to Counting Crows, A Long December. He always had to tell me to sing on tune. I am going to miss you so much. Thanks for your friendship, laughs, and encouragement.
Yikes! Emmy Eisner

January 19, 2005 at 8:09 PM  
Blogger melanie said...

I loved Aaron's bible studies at "Marrs Manor." Although if I didn't know better, it was an excuse to get us all to play Mafia! My favorite memories of him... he randomly showed up at my house after really hurting his neck or back. He could barely move and sheepishly asked for a massage... OF COURSE I wanted to help, but I realized it was hard for him to ask for help. He also came up with this idea to postpone Halloween since everyone was on the road. So in the middle of November, we're all dressing up to go play games at his house. He just wanted us to get together and play. Never a more generous man have I known.

January 19, 2005 at 8:33 PM  
Blogger meridith said...

my favorite memories of aaron involve laughter. one night we were at the apt he and crize lived in at HPM and brad and grant were there too. aaron got out these photos he had taken of himself while he was driving just for fun. for some reason he got so tickled just looking at this one picture, where he was kind of looking off to the side like some kind of 70's teen idol. his laughter was so contagious and we all got the giggles and laughed at that picture for what seemed like forever. i thought that brad, grant and aaron were all going to have some type of seizure we were all laughing so hard. there are so many funny memories it's hard to say a favorite, but i will never forget his laughter and how he made us all laugh so often.

January 19, 2005 at 10:18 PM  
Blogger Ed said...

I don't know the story well enough to go into detail, but I'll never forget Aaron recounting the time he went to the DMV to renew his license and left in police custody.

The Luck of Marrs strikes again.

January 19, 2005 at 11:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is an add-on to Ed's story because I was at the DMV with Aaron when he almost got arrested! We had both just been robbed and the robbers had taken our drivers licenses as well. Anyway, we both got to the DMV at 6 in the morning...both had been there several times already earlier in the week because the people working there were idiots and kept giving us new things we had to bring in order to get our licenses again...all that to say...we were both really tired of going to the DMV! LOL. All I remember is coming out of the bathroom and realizing that all the people there were being extremely quiet and looking uncomfortably at Aaron and this DMV lady. Aaron in a loud voice was saying, "There is no way I'm going to take my drivers' test again. I took that freakin' thing when I was sixteen...I brought everything you told me to bring and now I expect you to give my license." I'm paraphrasing a bit...Aaron threw in a few choice words that I won't repeat here LOL...the DMV lady wasn't impressed...she started yelling back and then she pushed a button underneath the desk that alerted the state police. They walk in with their hands on their guns and tell Aaron to come with them. He just starts laughing and says, "You have GOT to be kidding me." I'm about to cry because I think he's going to be arrested and I'm thinking "I've seen way too many guns this week." That DMV location blacklisted him and he had to go out to Columbia to get his license...and on another note...they didn't give me my license again that day either. :)

Jerusha

January 20, 2005 at 7:44 AM  
Blogger Talitha said...

Okay, so now I have to tell one thing that I remember about Aaron that makes me laugh every time I remember it. It's about when Jerusha and I were being robbed.

Initially it was just the two of us in the apartment with the robbers. Aaron had gone to his apartment to get his swim trunks because the three of us were going to go swimming in our apartment pool. So when there was a knock on our door, Jerusha very quickly yelled- Come in! As Aaron opened the door, Jerusha turned to him and said, Aaron we're being robbed.

Now here I have to tell it from Aaron's point of view, which we got later after the robbers had left. I am paraphrasing to the best of my memory. He said, I opened the door, and the next thing I knew a gun was pointed in my face. And it was just too much for my mind to take in all at once.

And here's the part that makes me laugh. I never saw Aaron jump so high! The jump was then followed by a stream of profanities. Even in the midst of being robbed it was funny.

Later I think it was either Jerusha or our mom that commented- why didn't he just run for help? At first, I thought, yeah, why didn't he? Instead he came in, which I totally believe was the Lord because who knows what those guys would have tried if Aaron hadn't been there. So in many ways he was our protector that night.

I'll never forget that night.

So even though this is just a small snapshot of Aaron, in it I wanted to remember my friend and say good-bye to you Aaron for a little while.

January 20, 2005 at 8:42 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I met Aaron in Louisville, KY in June, 1992. I was 16, and I think he was probably 13 or 14. I went down from Columbus, Ohio with a friend to be part of a house rebuilding mission trip with Watkins UMC. My friend's sister Brittany and Aaron were in the youth group there. I only spent a week with Aaron, but I never forgot him. He was such a passionate person, and hilarious. We wrote a few letters, but as those emotional youth group trips go, the pen pal thing tapered off. Jump to winter, 1999. My friend Cris was living in Nashville at the time, and came up to Columbus with his roommate for a birthday party. My husband Jeremy and I walk into Jade's apartment. Cris introduces me to his roommate, who is..Aaron Marrs. It was so cool to see him again and hear that he had been following the Lord all this time and had not changed a bit. Still passionate and hilarious! I am so glad that my friend had the opportunity to get to know Aaron and live with him. ~Rachel Nicklaus

January 21, 2005 at 12:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My favorite Aaron Marrs stories are actually the Loy Thurman stories as told by Aaron Marrs. It's nearly impossible to capture the humor in them without Aaron's storytelling gifts. So I'll mention the "titles" and see if anyone else remembers:
Skull Pez?
"It's Okay, I'm an Eagle Scout"
A&W/Loy's tattoo touch-up trip

January 21, 2005 at 2:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaron and I sat together at Penny and Grant's rehearsal dinner. As the photographer went around the room taking pictures, Aaron would put his arm around Chris and act as though they were having their picture taken. The photographer might be completely across the room with her back to us, yet with each flash Aaron and Chris would be smiling and posing!

What a special friend. I'm heartbroken.

January 22, 2005 at 11:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaron and I sat together at Penny and Grant's rehearsal dinner. As the photographer went around the room taking pictures, Aaron would put his arm around Chris and act as though they were having their picture taken. The photographer might be completely across the room with her back to us, yet with each flash Aaron and Chris would be smiling and posing!

What a special friend. I'm heartbroken.

January 22, 2005 at 3:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For some reason one of my favorite memories of Aaron was at Ichthus two years ago. We were out behind some tents talking to people and he saw this empty Mountain Dew bottle on the ground. He promptly took out his pocket knife and started attempting to spear it by throwing the knife at it by the blade. Since the festival is always rainy, he kept just getting it stuck in the mud. He had a good time, though, and I had a good time watching. My other favorite is from just a few weeks ago when he told me that he was looking through some papers and found a book of poetry that I self-published and gave him a copy of. He said he liked it and that meant so much coming from someone as talented as he was.

Erin

Erin

January 25, 2005 at 9:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For some reason one of my favorite memories of Aaron was at Ichthus two years ago. We were out behind some tents talking to people and he saw this empty Mountain Dew bottle on the ground. He promptly took out his pocket knife and started attempting to spear it by throwing the knife at it by the blade. Since the festival is always rainy, he kept just getting it stuck in the mud. He had a good time, though, and I had a good time watching. My other favorite is from just a few weeks ago when he told me that he was looking through some papers and found a book of poetry that I self-published and gave him a copy of. He said he liked it and that meant so much coming from someone as talented as he was.

Erin

January 25, 2005 at 9:59 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

One of my earliest memories of Aaron was right after he graduated high school and we were together at this music festival down in Leitchfield, Kentucky. He would put Listerine in his mouth and see how long he could keep it in there. I don't think he could do it past a minute or so. Another memory that I have is when we went on a leadership retreat down in Kentucky somewhere. It had rained that evening, so we were all stuck inside. He and some others found a bee-bee gun and the guys were taking turns aiming and shooting leaves in the rain and we ended up singing Christmas songs (it was summer). My favorite memory of him was when we attended a Fourth of July Party one year and he and I were on the floor of a balcony deck with our legs dangling down watching some other friends lighting fireworks, drinking Stuart's cream sodas and singing at the top of our lungs "I am proud to be an American...". I hadn't seen him in almost 2 1/2 years right after my son was born. We saw each other at a funeral home of all places for Tony Benson, once a roommate of Aaron's. I loved the fact that in the drop of a hat he could shed a tear of real compassion. I loved his sense of style. His crazy belt buckles. His hair. His Honda Civic. His smile. I am thankful to know that you are with Jesus and your Mom. I love you, Heather

January 26, 2005 at 8:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaron was one of a handful of people that came to visit me when I was in the hospital last March with food poisoning. I hadn't eaten anything for almost a week, hadn't taken a shower in three days since I had been admitted and had just gotten a GI tube pulled out of my stomach (through my nose thank you) an hour or so before he and Gabe came to visit me. I apologized for looking so terrible when they came in and Aaron just said, "nah, man you look great." And we all burst out laughing. Was probably the first time I had laughed in days.

Jerusha

January 28, 2005 at 8:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaron spent the summer at my house in Alaska, and thats when I first met "the Aaron Marrs". I only spent about a month with the film crew but they were all so amazing that it was hard not to get attached so fast. One of my many favorite memories of Aaron is sitting in the back yard of my house around the campfire playing snaps and surfing the webbernet. The mosquitos were real bad that year and Aaron could not handle it. He had sprayed himself from head to toe with bug dope and wrapped himself so tight in his jacket that only a mouth was poking out of the hood. He was getting so flustered with the bug it tickled me so bad. Watching Aaron chop wood for the fire is also an image burned into my mind. His laugh will forever ring in my heart when I think of his beautiful face.
Sierra Morgan

March 20, 2005 at 2:05 PM  
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May 6, 2006 at 2:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I still can't believe that it's been almost two years since Aaron died. The time seems to have gone by so fast and sometimes heartbreakingly slow. I don't think a day has gone by that I haven't thought of him, or wanted to just hear his voice.

I have so many great memories of Aaron and his family and friends from Louisville. When Davy was on the road, Aaron was the big brother that I could lean on, even when I didn't think I needed anyone, that I was fine being self sufficient. He made me laugh, he exasperated me, he made me cry, he made me mad sometimes. I loved and hated how "passionate" he was about playing games. I think about when we would sit down to play a game together, (Mafia, Cranium, scattegories, taboo) and he and I would always end up bickering about some small, stupid, random rule. I really miss that. I miss that he was a person that I felt so close to that we weren't afraid to bicker about trivial things, I didn't have to worry about always having my "nice" face on. He had seen both sides of that in me, and he was okay with it. Here are just a couple of my favorite Aaron memories:

1. Going out side at 4am to see him stripping his pants off and screaming his head off because bees (my hubby's a beekeeper) were in his pants.
2. Driving on road trips with him where he would fall asleep within 10 minutes, then wake up 5 minutes from home and try to pretend he hadn't fallen asleep.
3. Late nights talking and smoking on my porch
4. Helping a friend who had overdosed, after all the stress of it, we decided to drive at 2am to White Castle and Krispy Creme and gorge ourselves.
5. Giving him a puppy that I promised "shouldn't" be bigger than 15 or 20 pounds and it ended up being about 60.

October 12, 2006 at 6:09 PM  
Anonymous Meg Cleary said...

Hello. I know that years have gone by, but I just happened upon this page and would like to leave a memory about Aaron from Alaska.

My name is Meg, and I met Aaron when he and a friend were visiting and fishing out of Kodiak. I worked (and still work :) at a small cafe called Harborside Coffee, right next to the downtown boat harbor. Gary (his captain) was a longtime customer, as I had known him since I started working there at 15. (He was the first person in Kodiak to ever order a cappuccino-double tall! I wish I could remember what Aaron ordered.)

I only saw Aaron around, maybe ten times or so, but he really made an impression. He had a beautiful face---I just visited the Myspace Bering Sea Fisherman's Memorial page yesterday for a lost friend's anniversary and saw his picture--first time since then--and was reminded of his smile. This is not to say that I haven't thought of Aaron or the Big Valley since it has been lost. Those lost at sea are remembered in Kodiak every day.

The memory that I hold from meeting Aaron was captured on a simple night at Harborside--just another night--I had the closing shift. He came in to get a coffee or use the phone, and I was playing an album from a favorite band: Sunny Day Real Estate "The Rising Tide". I was playing it loud, just blaring it!! "The Ocean" song was playing (track 6), and he began smiling at me and swaying to the music. It is a lovely song--he commented on this, and listened to the rest of it with me. Coincidentally, the chorus of the song says "Deep in the ocean, there lies a wave for you"..It really is a moving song, beautiful, touching, powerful. I encourage anyone to take a listen.

That album was and still is a huge part of my life. Every time I hear "The Ocean" song I think of Aaron smiling and swaying.

The last time I saw him was right before he was heading out on the Big Valley to the Bering. He and Gary pulled up in Gary's cool old white pickup, and ordered a cappuccino. "We're heading out," Gary said. Aaron looked over from the passenger seat, and was really excited! "Bye guys!" That was it.

Please know that any friends and family of Aaron are welcome to stay with me and my family for any visit to Kodiak.

Listen to that song! I hope all is well- Thanks,
megbc143@gmail.com

April 26, 2009 at 4:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I realize this is really late but I went camping with Aaron one time. We were at the table eating and started talking about being healthy and why it's not so important but it SHOULD BE. As Aaron was putting a cupcake in his mouth he said, "Eating Healthy is what I am all about". Whenever I saw him afterwards we would laugh about it just as hard as the first time he said it. I miss Aaron so much and look forward to seeing my bro in Heaven one day. I imagine I will hear his laugh and instantly recognize him.
Plus being in a band with him, writing about 10 songs with him and Jeremy Quillo, songs that were actually really fun for that time, and then JUST QUITTING lol.


--Jason Campbell

February 10, 2010 at 8:33 AM  

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