Sherwood Chapel & Memorial Gardens

3176 Airport Highway, Alcoa, TN


Eugene Leon Yingling

7 août 193424 mai 2020

Eugene Leon Yingling, age 85, of Knoxville, Tennessee passed away on Sunday May 24, 2020. Gene was a Korean War Veteran, serving in the 5th Army Band. He earned his Master of Science and Music from the University of Illinois, attended the US Naval School of Music in Washington D.C., and was bestowed a Doctorate of Laws from The Crown College. Gene taught, conducted and arranged music for over 60 years and also served 48 years in various Christian ministries.

Gene is survived by his wife of 66 years, Mary Yingling; children, Robert Yingling, Patricia King, Karen Niemeyer, John Yingling, and James Yingling; 17 grandchildren; and 17 great-grandchildren.

Visitation will be held on May 31, 2020 from 4:00 to 6:00 pm at Temple Baptist Church, 1700 W Beaver Creek Dr., Powell, TN 37849. The service will follow at 6:00 pm, Officiated by Pastor Clarence Sexton. A private burial will take place at East Tennessee State Veterans Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in Gene's name to The Crown College at https://thecrowncollege.edu.

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.sherwoodchapel.com for the Yingling family.


  • Mary Yingling, Spouse
  • Robert Yingling, Son
  • Patricia King, Daughter
  • Karen Niemeyer, Daughter
  • John Yingling, Son
  • James Yingling, Son


  • Visitation

    dimanche, 31 mai , 2020

  • Church Service

    dimanche, 31 mai , 2020


Eugene Leon Yingling


Lesa anderson

4 juin , 2020

We were so inspired by his many years of faithful service. He always encouraged people to join the orchestra and play for the Lord. We enjoyed hearing him share his stories during orchestra rehearsals especially. He will always be remembered and missed.

Abigail Lane

2 juin , 2020

Mr. Yingling was my viola teacher when I was 16. He was probably one of the most difficult, yet most endearing instructors I have ever had the privilege of studying under in my life. He was definitely "old school", but that's what made me love him so much - that and his interesting stories and jokes he would tell at each lesson. So many times I find myself thinking back on a story he told me during a lesson. Many of times, when I would come to my lessons, he would be composing a huge piece of orchestra music. When I would come in, he'd play my viola part so I could hear it, and then he'd play all of the instruments together so that I could see the creation of all of the musical parts he'd put together so far.....I loved that! Mr. Yingling pushed me hard to practice an hour a day and gave me a chart to stay accountable. He threw me into my church orchestra before I thought I was ready - he knew how bad I sounded, but he knew I'd learn much more much quicker if I came to orchestra practice and played with the group. At first I was terror-stricken, but since he had me sit directly in front of him, I felt I had his constant eye and assistance throughout the circus of what was going on around me. His care and concern for my musical growth was made evident in more ways than one - it extended beyond instruction in the classroom. He would give personal feedback. Sometimes, it hurt, but I knew he meant it for good - always. I'll never forget one of the last things he told me. He had been listening to me play in orchestra, and commented on how much better I was sounding. It was something he had taken the time to single me out to compliment and encourage me - something I was not expecting - which is why it meant so much to me. He was truly a very wonderful, colorful man, and such a true Christian example to me. I thank God for giving me the special opportunity to be under his tutelage for the two years I was with him. Thank you, Mr. Yingling for everything!

Mike Dieschbourg

31 mai , 2020

So, I guess it's okay to share this story now.
It was a cold, snowy Saturday night. After a long day of visiting our kids. We were loading things in the bus for the morning, here asked me to go with him to gas up the bus, to be honest I Really didn't want to. But I went, and filled the bus. Instead of going back to park the bus, he went around the buildings and up the drive? I asked why we weren't parking the bus. He said the bus needed to warm up so it would start easier in the morning. So we got in the road and went down to the Kmart parking lot to "turn around". I was sitting right behind him. The store was closed, parking lot empty, freshly covered with snow. I remember saying it looked cool, all empty and covered in snow. We were able ½ way across, when he yelled for me to run to the back of the bus! I had no clue why, but he said, GO, Go go! So I got up and started running back, thinking maybe the back door had started to open. I got about ¾ the way back, when I was hit with the side of a bus! The bus I was in!
Next thing I knew, my back was against the wall of the bus, my feet up towards the ceiling, my shoulders wedged between the seat back, and the seat cushion. Before everything stopped moving, I could hear him laughing away. I made my way back to the front, listening to his laughter, the whole way. I said I didn't know you could do a doughnut with a bus, he said neither did I! And you cannot tell Anyone about this.

Terry Souza

31 mai , 2020

I’ll never forget the smell of my first trumpet-it was an old one with a black wooden case and a blue felt lining. I’ll also never forget this man. He was my first music teacher, and he taught me how to play that old dinged up trumpet. Mr. Yingling was “old school” and connected to another world from a bygone era. It was a military one with spit and polish and we became his makeshift cadets at 8 years old.. Anyone that had the privilege to sit under this man in band or music class had a great childhood and a classical musical education To all of us that knew him, his stories are still fresh in our minds decades later. We’ll never forget them. There was the 5th Army band stories about shaking the windows on State Street as they marched by, their mouthpieces sticking frozen to their lips as they played outside in frigid Chicago winters. There was the alleged Black Horse Troop photo with all the horses standing 3-legged, and the poor little bass drummer who rolled down the street still strapped to his drum. Mr. Yingling loved to share stories and he loved music. He drove us to do our best and sometimes we felt that we were actually in the 5th Army band 😉 I also remember his profound love for particular classical pieces. It must have hurt his ears to endure our renditions of music he could play flawlessly. He was a perfectionist. Sometimes, after we’d butchered a piece to the best of our abilities, instead of rehearsing again, he’d roll out his big reel to reel machine and just play the song, while standing in front of the class smiling and watching our reactions as he thoroughly enjoyed it with us. I’m not sure how a man so qualified ended up teaching a bunch of grade school kids to buzz in their mouthpieces for the first time. As I look back, that was the contrast that made it so interesting. He must have been frustrated at times but still injected every class with his own unique humor and gave it everything he had. There are so many good memories that are a part of

Pastor Don & Carolyn Voegtlin

30 mai , 2020

This Puritan era hymn came to our attention today & the first thought was of Gene and the way he lived:

Lord, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;
To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.

If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;
If short, yet why should I be sad
To welcome endless day? . . .

My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

Mary, we’re praying for you and your family.

Pastor Don & Carolyn Voegtlin

Ann Marie Bordner

30 mai , 2020

Gene was a wonderful gentle man, a faithful servant of God and lived his life with honor, respect and strong faith. He was a dear friend to Jim and me, always there to help and encourage, always bringing a smile and a kind word. He will be greatly missed. Prayers and heartfelt thoughts for dear Mary. What a wonderful testimony you both were together as you served the Lord! Praying for God’s strength, grace and compassion for you, Mary, as you face the difficult days ahead. You are a strong lady, admired and loved by all who know you. Take comfort In God’s wonderful promise that you and Gene will be together again for all eternity. ❤️

Carol Magnuson

29 mai , 2020

Our hearts are heavy at the loss of our dear friend, Gene but rejoice with his family that he is "absent from the body, present with the Lord." He was the headmaster of the Christian school our children attended from third and fifth grade through high school. He was our next door neighbor for 24 years. He and Mary raised a family to be so proud of! He was a sweet, kind, generous and fun loving child of God. Our young son, Chase, came home from school one day to announce that "Mr. Yingling had a birthday and turned 40. "I had NO IDEA he was that old." We love and cherish our friendship through the years and know our Heavenly Father "holds Mary and family "in his righteous right hand." Much love, Carol and Larry Magnuson, Fort Mill, South Carolina.

James Yingling

29 mai , 2020

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for His name sake. Psalm 23.

Father! Father! Father! There is no answer but you will always be in my heart.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You have given me a new life and shown me a walk of life.

Peace! Peace! Peace! No more suffering and you are leading orchestras in heaven.

I’ll see you again in glory someday.

I love you,

Bob Yingling

29 mai , 2020

Best example of a man of character & a father, that a first-born son could have ever hoped for. I only wish I had gotten out of my own stupid, selfish & rebellious way sooner, matured faster, & listened to more of his advice along the way. Now I have twice the incentive as before...TWO fathers in Heaven that I will be in the presence of someday. See you soon, Dad.

Shannon Janowski-Sanders

29 mai , 2020

Reflections on a man for which I am honored to have known, and only ever heard spoken of with great admiration from all who knew him.
Mr. Yingling took a stubborn red-headed, freckled faced kid (who had flunked my recorder class in 3rd grade, and only joined band because my parents made me), and turned her into a musician in a matter of a few years. He was a light in a time of darkness for me. By the time I graduated high school, I was able to play the flute, piccolo, oboe, clarinet, saxophone....pretty much any woodwind instrument I could pick up. Without music and his encouragement, I would not be the person I am today. I thank God for bringing him into my life, and his devotion in requiring me to do my best. He used to say "Practice makes perfect!"
Mr. Yingling, today I raise my flute, and play exercise 17a, (his favorite piece when challenging to move up a chair in high school band) as he is now in Heaven leading the music of angels. Your legacy lives on with all of the lives you so greatly touched here on earth.