Paul Albert Hintz was born August 5, 1930 in Youngstown, Ohio the son of Henry and Martha Hintz. The family moved to Terril, Iowa in his youth, where he graduated from Lake Center Consolidated School. Paul entered the US Army in 1952 serving until receiving an Honorable Discharge in 1954.

Paul was united in marriage to Phyllis Marilyn Langel on June 5, 1952 in Milford, Iowa. The couple made their home in rural Milford, where they engaged in farming.

Paul was a member of St. Joseph Catholic Church in Milford. He enjoyed traveling.

Paul passed away Thursday, March 13, 2008 at Milford Nursing Center in Milford at seventy-seven years of age.

Left to survive are his wife, Phyllis; sons, Kevin Hintz of Dansville, New York and Stacey Hintz of Milford; daughter Cindy Rush of Conrad, Iowa. He is also survived by grandchildren, Kevin, Jr. and Nicole Hintz, Ryan and Graham Rush, Danielle, Stephanie and Brandon Hintz, and Ryan and Hugh Hazelett; brothers, Otto Hintz of Milford and Don Hintz of Fostoria, Iowa.

He was preceded in death by his parents, daughter, Laurie, grandson, Paul Richard, brothers, Henry, Jr., Carl, Robert and sister, Elsie Nelson.

In Memory
Paul Albert Hintz
August 5, 1930
March 13, 2008

MASS OF CHRISTIAN BURIAL
St. Joseph Catholic Church
Milford, Iowa
Tuesday, March 18, 2008  10:30 AM

PRESIDER
Msgr. Kenneth A. Seifried

MUSIC
Ryan Rush, Vocalist
I'll Walk With You
Amazing Grace
Larry Sattler, Cantor
Soon & Very Soon
Jessica Schable, Pianist

HONORARY BEARERS
David Schorman
Scott Warburton
Ione Frutchey
Duane Gould
Tom Soat
Boyd Northey
Dora Froendt
Doug Willison

INTERMENT
Calvary Cemetery
Milford, Iowa
Military Rites by Milford American Legion Post #384

FINAL HARVEST
He was bound to the land from the day of his birth
His roots anchored deep in the fertile earth
Nurtured, sustained, by the soil he grew
And his life, like his furrows, ran straight and true.
In faith each spring, he planted the seeds
In hope, to reap his family’s needs
With patience, he waited for the harvest to come
To gather the fruits of his labor home.
Ever turning seasons, the years sped past
Til the final harvest came at last
Then claimed anew by beloved sod
He was gathered home to be with god.
-Barbara W. Weber